Heya, Dani here.
Okay, this was going to be a chapter about Bakura going on his date and stuff but I realised I ended the last chapter with Bakura falling asleep sometime in the afternoon so I decided to finish writing about Sunday. Hope you enjoy.
I don't own YuGiOh or the characters!
(Bakura's POV)
My lips were pressed against someone else's. My eyes were closed. The other person kissed back, their lips warm and soft. I liked against the unfamiliar lips, requesting entrance- it was granted. My tongue explored the inside of the other's mouth, curiously. It was a nice, sweet yet spiced taste, reminding me of cinnamon. I gently caressed their cheek; it was soft and smooth. I'd never enjoyed a kiss this much, it was the best kiss I'd ever had. She must be an extremely beautiful girl. We broke apart and my eyes fluttered open to see who my mysterious kisser was.
Sandy blonde hair. Beautiful and glazed purple eyes. Tanned skin. Flushed cheeks.
Marik. Bloody. Ishtar.
I sat up, eyes wide, breathing heavily and heart pounding. I glanced around. I was in my bedroom, in my bed with no Marik in sight. I let out a sigh of relief. When did I fall asleep? And what in the name of buggery was with my dream? I mean, a kiss with Marik. That would be disgusting! My mind's just all jumbled because of what happened that morning at Ryou and Melvin's. I noticed my book was closed on my bedside table. Bugger, I don't know what bloody page I was on... I headed downstairs to the living room and saw Marik sitting on the sofa, watching the TV. Memories of my dream flooded in and I felt my cheeks heat up. Think about something else, Bakura. It was just a dream. Don't let it get to you... You're bloody straight. You've got a date tomorrow with Anzu. Well, you did only ask her out to make Marik jealous but you're still straight!
"Hey, Marik," I muttered as I sat down next to him.
"Oh, sleep well?" He asked.
"How did you know I was asleep?" I questioned, confused.
"You fell asleep while I was in your room, texting Ryou. By the way, you're on page 158 of that book."
I nodded, still thinking about my dream. I can't believe I fell asleep with him in there. I hope I didn't sleep talk or anything... That would be embarrassing. Marik was staring at me and I met his purple eyes. I remembered his eyes in my dream, glazed over and full of lust. My eyes widened and I looked away, blushing. I can't say I didn't enjoy his eyes looking like that, it's kind of a turn on... but still, I'm straight!
"Are you okay, 'Kura?" Marik asked, leaning over me and feeling my forehead, "your face is all red and flushed... Maybe you're sick."
I tried to lean away from him but he was practically on top of me, increasing my blush.
"Um... Yeah. I guess I'm sick. Please, get off," I mumbled.
"Your forehead is quite hot, maybe you should stay off school tomorrow... and you best miss your date as well..." Marik said while he was still leaning on me, a slight smirk appearing on his face when he said about missing my date. I rolled my eyes. He's definitely jealous. I shoved him off of me.
"No, I'm not that sick, Marik. I really don't want to miss my date with Anzu anyway. And you shouldn't lean on me like you just did, you might catch whatever I've got."
"Sure, okay, whatever," he muttered, looking disappointed, "maybe you should go back to bed and get tucked in, I'll go make you some chicken soup!"
"MARIK, FOR GOD'S SAKE, I'M FINE!" I shouted. He frowned and shuffled further away from me, as close as he could possibly get to the arm of the sofa. Well done, Bakura, now you've upset him. I sighed and looked at Marik but he completely avoided looking at me.
"Um... Marik?" I asked.
"What?" He asked, surprisingly sharply. He still refused to look at me. I sighed, I was about to do something extremely out of character.
"I'm sorry for shouting at you..."
His eyes widened, briefly and he stole a glance at me but quickly returned to glaring at the wall, a slight pout on his lips. I rolled my eyes. What a drama queen...
I scooted closer to him and poked his unexpectedly solid stomach. He quickly crossed his arms over his stomach and tried moving closer to the arm of the chair. I groaned. Ugh. Why can't he just snap out of this mood?
"Marik, I said I was sorry!"
"I know you did, I just don't care," he muttered. I poked his arm, boredly, trying to get him to cheer up. He gave me a sharp glare and I smirked in return, poking him even more.
"Bakura! Stop it!" Marik yelled.
"Stop what?" I asked, smugly.
"Stop friggin' poking me! It's so annoying, dammit!"
"What if I say no? You never listen to me when I tell you not to do something."
Marik growled and then pounced on me, poking me back. I laughed and tried pushing him off of me but he was stronger than I thought. I met his eyes and once again, I began remembering my dream. I felt my cheeks burn up.
"Bloody hell..." I muttered, trying to keep my thoughts off of my dream.
"What is it?" Marik asked, moving off of me and looking at me, eyes filled with curiosity.
"Nothing."
"Your cheeks are red. Did you get turned on just from me poking you, Fluffy?" Marik joked, smirking.
"No. It's nothing."
"Come on, Bakura, are you upset about something? Are you worried about your date with Anzu? You don't have to go if you don't want to..."
"Marik, I just told you it's nothing at all. Why would I be worried about the bloody date? I go on dates all the time!"
"Okay, fine, Fluffy. Calm down. I was just worried about you, that's all."
"Well, don't be."
Marik checked the time on the TV. 6:30 PM already. Marik sighed.
"I guess I'll go make us some dinner, eh?" Marik muttered, got up and went to the kitchen.
I sat on the sofa and thought about things. Ugh. I wish I never had that dream. Every time I look at Marik's eyes, I can't help but remember how lustful they were in the dream. I don't know why but the look in his eyes in my dream really turned me on. I don't understand; I'm not bloody gay. It just doesn't make sense. He's really messing me up. He's made me start doing some really weird things, like apologising, saying 'thank you', feeling guilt. I can't stand this! It's so confusing. He's just my roommate; he can't be anything more EVER. Bloody Marik! Why is this happening? What in the name of buggery is going on? Marik can't turn me gay! I'm not gay! I can't be gay!
"Bakura, dinner's ready."
"Coming," I said and went to the kitchen and sat at the table. Marik placed steak and chips in front of me and then sat opposite me with a salad. I kept my thoughts on my food. Marik's steaks always taste really nice... I didn't bother cutting it with a knife, I just jabbed my fork in and ripped some of it away with my teeth. Marik looked at me in horror and then rolled his eyes, he was still getting used to the way I eat.
"I hope you don't eat like that on your date tomorrow, you'll scare her off."
"I don't think it's any of your business."
"Okay, okay. So, are you eating on your date tomorrow? Or are you coming home for dinner?"
"I just said that it wasn't any of your business. Stop poking your nose into my date."
"I'm not. I just need to know whether I should cook you dinner or not. Friggin' hell, Fluffy, you're really irritable this evening."
"I'm taking Anzu to a restaurant so don't bother cooking me anything."
"Oooh, what restaurant?" Marik asked, interestedly.
"None of your bloody business!"
"I was just asking, Fluffy!"
"Ugh. Fine, I'm taking her to Pizza Mania down the road..."
"Oh, Pizza Mania? I've never eaten there."
"I don't care."
Marik sighed and then continued his meal. Suddenly, he looked up, smirking.
"Hey, Fluffy, what if Anzu doesn't like pizza?"
"Marik, I don't know why you're desperately trying to put me off my date, but I'll have you know, it's not working. I'm excited for this date and I already know that Anzu likes pizza, Pizza Mania was her idea."
Marik muttered something I didn't quite catch and finished his salad. I finished my steak shortly after. In silence, he picked up our plates and shoved them into the sink. As he exited the room, he glanced at me.
"I'm going to go into my room for a bit... and then I'll probably just go sleep. Goodnight. See you in the morning."
"Okay, night, Marik."
He left the room and headed upstairs.
I followed shortly after and went upstairs to my own room. I read for a bit and then decided to go to sleep.
I better not have another weird dream.
I apologise, this chapter isn't very good. In a lot of it, Marik is acting pretty Bakura-ish and Bakura goes a little Marik-ish. It's weird! D:
Anyway, hope you liked it and please review and give me ways I can improve. All your reviews have all been amazingly nice and they're the main reason I continue writing this so thanks for reviewing everyone who has reviewed- and thanks in advance to anyone who reviews in the future. :)
Thanks a lot.
-Dani.