Okay, so a few quick notes before we get this chappie underway. 1) Seto and Joey's part are what is happening last chapter at the time that Bakura, Yami and all them are doing their thing. Bakura and Yami's date is happening the next day. So, technically this isn't happening at the same time. It's two different days, I know it's weird. 2) This chapter is a bit long. I think it's like 21-22 pages not sure exactly...maybe it's longer and it's because I had to do so much. I only focus on Seto, Joey, Yami, and Bakura this chapter. The others will return next chapter. But, I promised y'all this date, and I never disappoint my fans. So, I hope y'all enjoy and I hope I did Seto and Joey justice with their 'relationship'.
Endlessly:
I could love you endlessly, I could fall in love with you and we could keep a miracle alive. Every time I look in your eyes, I get lost inside of your soul. What are you doing to me? Don't you know that I hate you? Don't you want my blood on your hands? Don't you want me to scream? Don't you realize that it's too late to bring me back life? I'm already further than death. I'm drowning in my desire for you and my need to kill you. I want my hands covered in your blood, I want your skin underneath my fingertips I want you to reach out and touch me, I want you to burn me alive with your beautiful eyes. I want to hear your voice when I go to bed at night, I want to lie next to you and watch the world go by. I want to end you for good, I want to make you suffer, I want to see the look in your eyes when you look up at me when I hold the knife above your heart. I want you to know that any claims of hope you had of us is nothing but fantasy we'll never have. I want you to be the one that kills me, I want my blood on your hands.. I want you to end me I want to feel your passion. I want to feel your soul wrapping around mine. I want to know if you feel this too. I want to know if I can kill you now. I want to feel you underneath me I want to feel something besides this loneliness I feel inside. I want to bring the demon out of you.
I want to know if it hurts when I cut you up inside. I want to know if you really hate me or if I really hate you. I want to make me scream, I want to feel the power within me grow. I want you to knock me out, I want you to defeat me. I want something so much more from you than I could ever get. I want you to bleed, I want you to scream. I need you to know you're driving me crazy. I need you to know my soul burns passionately for you every time you give me that look I think I'm going to lose my mind. I want you dead, I want your soul to scream, to earn itself to me. I need you to know this isn't a game anymore. And what would you think if I told you that loved you this whole time? What would you say if I told you I never wanted to hate you, that I never loved you at all? What if I was playing with your mind?
What if I was lying right now? What if I told it was too personal to tell you how I felt about you? What if I told you that everything you've done to me was nothing more than just a wicked fantasies you dreamt of? What if I can't take it back? What if I don't want to? What if everything I said wasn't a lie? What if I tried to bring you back? What if I really did love you? Would you love me back, even though you think of me as a fool? Am I fool to fall in love with you? What if I told you that loving you is so impossible, it's not reality. I couldn't take it anymore. You burn me alive, I'd give myself to you if I could.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh. If I did, then Yugioh would have ended with Bakura and Yami admitting their undying love for one another and Seto would have pulled Joey into a kiss to shut him up because Puppy and Darkshipping rock!
Warnings: My usual, y'all know what that means, but for those of you who happen to be new to my awesomeness, it means there's lemony goodness!
Summary:
Moments away from destroying Zorc, Yami hesitates, asking Horakhty if she can set Bakura free. She agrees, telling Yami that in order for him to pass into the afterlife, he must break his enemy of the darkness, and he only as a year to do so.
Chapter Sixteen: Taunt
[Seto's POV]:
"So how are we gonna get to know one another by duelin'?" Wheeler asks.
We sit down, shuffling our decks.
"How do you think?" I ask.
He shrugs. "I donno. Don't cha think that's why I'm asking?"
"Can we not use our brains?"
"Must you harass me?" he snaps.
"Yes." I smirk.
We set our decks on the table. There's no reason to use our duel disks right now. Wheeler would get too distracted with the holograms. He's always been fascinated with my abilities in technology.
"Alright, since you can't seem to think, like usual, I'll spill this out for you: when we draw a card, depending on that monster's level will determine how many questions we can ask each other." I say.
"Alright, sounds simple." Wheeler says. "Who gets to go first?"
"You can go first." I say.
He draws his card. "I drew Alligator Sword. A four star monster. So that means I can ask you four questions right?" he asks.
"That's the idea." I say.
"Alright, what's your favorite colour?"
"Blue."
"Really? So is mine." he says.
"What happened to your parents?" he asks.
"They died." I reply.
"Oh. I'm sorry." he says.
"It's alright, just ask your questions, you have two more." I say.
"Alright, I know what your favorite duel monster is, but what's your least favorite?" he asks.
"Blue-eyes Toon Dragon." I reply with a shudder.
The mutt laughs. "Ya sure do hate dat monster, don't cha?"
I scoff. "Of course I do! It takes the pride out of the real Blue-eyes."
"Why do ya like dat monster so much?" he asks.
A serious air engulfs us.
"Does it matter?" I mutter.
"Yeah because I asked ya." Wheeler says.
"I'm not answering the question." I say.
"Why must you be such an asshole?" he snaps.
"Because I can be, my turn." I say drawing my card.
"Hey! You didn't answer my four questions!" the mutt exclaims.
"Correction, I technically did answer four questions from you. You asked me what my favourite colour was, what my least favourite duel monster was, what happened to my parents, and why I'm such an asshole. In case you can't count, that's four questions, Wheeler." I smirk.
"Dat last question doesn't count!" he shouts.
"I'd say it does. Now then, finish your turn so I can go." I say.
"Fine." he growls. "Go."
"Battle Ox. That means I get to ask you four questions." I say.
"Fire away."
"Why do you like Red-eyes so much?" I ask.
Wheeler shrugs. "I donno. I mean he's really cool and I feel like we have a bond." he replies.
"Typical. You and the rest of the geek squad think these cards have some sentimental value to them and that the monsters have feelings." I laugh.
"They do!" he exclaims.
"Whatever you say." I say rolling my eyes.
"Why do you-"
"Uh huh." I say waving my finger as if I'm scolding a child. "I'm asking you questions. You'll have to wait for your turn."
"Fine." he growls. "Just go."
"What's your least favourite duel monster?" I ask.
Wheeler rubs his chin with his forefinger and thumb in thought. "Gods, dis is a hard one." he mutters under his breath.
"Everything is hard for you." I smirk.
"I didn't ask for your commentary Kaiba." he snarls. "So just shaddup so I can think!"
"You'll need more than silence to do that."
"Watch it." he warns.
"Just answer the question." I snap.
"Alright, I guess it would be dat Rabid Horseman of yours." he replies.
"Why?" I ask truly perplexed by the absurdity of his answer.
"Because when we first dueled dat thing destroyed all of my monsters!" he exclaims.
I laugh.
"It's not funny!" he shouts.
"I'd say it is. Now then I have two more questions for you. How old is your sister?" I say.
"She's fifteen." he replies.
I nod. "When was the last time you were home?" I ask.
"It's been over a month." he mumbles.
"Why?" I ask.
"I don't want to talk about it, alright?" he snaps.
"Whatever I didn't want to know anyways." I say.
"Then why did ya ask me?" he growls.
"Because I can doesn't mean I want to know." I reply.
"Whateva let's just move on." he growls.
"Not before I attack." I say attacking his monster.
"Grr!" he growls.
"Should have been more prepared." I say. "Your turn and make sure to actually play the game as well. I want a challenge."
"I'll show ya a challenge, Kaiba!" he shouts.
"Good." I say.
He draws his card. He scowls at the card.
"Didn't get a monster?" I smirk.
"Nah." he says laying down two cards.
"Then that means it's my turn." I say drawing my card. I smirk to myself. Blue-eyes will be summoned if my next draw is successful. "You have to answer my question plus eight more."
"Eight?!" Wheeler exclaims.
"Yes. Blue-eyes White Dragon is an eight star monster." I say.
"You already drew him?!" Wheeler exclaims.
"Are you surprised?" I scoff.
"Not really seeing as how you're obsessed with it." he says.
"Better than being obsessed with friendship." I say.
"Don't you want friends?" he asks.
"It's not your turn for questions." I point out.
"Whateva! Just ask me!" he yells.
"I already did." I say.
"What's it to you why I don't go home?" he mumbles looking down at the table.
Silence fills the air. Why does it matter? It's not like I'm in love with the idiot.
'Keep telling yourself that.' the voice says.
'Just shut up.' I snap.
"You really want to know?" Wheeler's voice breaks me out of my thoughts.
"Isn't that why I asked?" I ask.
"I don't want to be around my father, alright? Happy now?" he mumbles. He never looks at me.
"Why?" I ask.
"I don't want to talk about it." he says.
"Your friendship crew doesn't know, do they?" I ask.
"No and I prefer them not to." he says.
"You really should tell them." I say.
"They wouldn't understand." he mutters.
"See this shit right here is the reason I hate friendship."
"Why?" he asks looking up at me.
"It should be obvious." I say.
"Well it's not!" he shouts. "So answer me!"
"Not your turn to answer questions." I smirk.
"Gods you're so annoying!" he exclaims.
"Is that why you liked the kiss?" I smirk.
"Wh-I didn't-"
"Oh, I think you did." I say. "And you want me to kiss you again."
Wheeler blushes. I laugh.
"What are your plans after high school?" I ask.
He shrugs. "I donno."
"What? You plan on living in the dumps are your life?" I laugh.
"No, but I don't know how I could get into college. Unlike you I don't have the money and my grades ain't dat good." he says.
"Then make them good. You can't go through your life depending on people." I say.
"I know dat!" he exclaims.
"Then why don't you do so?" I ask.
"It's hard." he sighs.
"Do you want me to help you?" I ask.
Wheeler looks up at me. "Umm..sure." he says.
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[Bakura's POV]:
We step out of the wretched Game Shop and onto the busy streets of Domino. I hate the city. Too many people, too many lights, too much noise...
"Hey, watch it!" I hear someone shout. around to face the idiot. He's a tall, buff guy. Doesn't scare me in the slightest. Whether you're 2'2" or 7'8" we all die the same.
"Do you wish to die?" I threaten reaching for my knife in my pocket.
"Bakura, it's not worth it." the Pharaoh says grabbing my arm.
"The hell it isn't!" I hiss jerking away from him.
"Oh like you could do anything?" the loser laughs.
"I can do more than you could." I smirk.
He throws his head back in a fit of laughter. "Like your scrawny, faggot ass could do anything to me."
I open my mouth to give this piece of shit a piece of my mind, but the Pharaoh beats me to the punch.
"I don't know what your problem is, but if you don't leave you'll get more than you'll be able to handle." the Pharaoh snarls moving between us as if he's trying to protect me.
"It's so nice that you're protecting your boyfriend there." the man sneers. "Were the two of you going down to the club to dance with the rest of those queers?"
"I don't know who you're calling a queer," I hiss. "You're about as gay as they come."
"Excuse me?" the idiot snarls.
The Pharaoh smiles trying to suppress his amusement. "Johnny called he said he wants his lube back."
I burst into a fit of laughter. The guy is boiling in rage. We take this time to make our grand escape. He doesn't move, still fuming. I don't think he's even noticed we concerned about boiling in his stupidity. Only when we're out of earshot do we begin speaking.
"Are you okay?" the Pharaoh asks.
"Why wouldn't I be?" I ask.
"It's just...I don't understand this modern time." he sighs.
"Humans in general are pathetic, Atem." I say. "You just have to realize that."
"You're human." he says.
"Your point being?" I ask.
He presses his lips together in a thin line, shoving his hands in his leather jacket's pockets. "Do you want to get something to eat?" he asks.
"Not right now, do you?" I say.
"No."
"Are you alright?" I ask.
"I'm fine." he replies.
I stop and he does as well. I turn so we're facing each other.
"No you're not, now tell me what's wrong." I says.
We stare into each other's eyes for what seems like forever. The damn world could have died and I'd be standing here like a fool staring into another fool's eyes.
"Alright, I'll tell you." he sighs, giving in. "But first, could we sit down somewhere?"
"Why, is his royal highness' legs cramped up from a simple walk?" I smirk.
"Must you always say things to anger me?" he asks.
"Well, someone has to keep your head from the clouds and your feet on the ground." I say.
"Where you get off thinking my life was perfect, I have no idea." the Pharaoh snaps.
I roll my eyes. 'Whatever. Here, we can sit in this coffee shop." I say as we make a turn. There's an outside shelter with hardly anyone around. We sit in the exact spot Marik and I sat in yesterday. And there comes the waitress from yesterday.
"Is our coffee that good, sweetie?" she teases.
"No, I just figured you'd get more customers if I were here." I say.
She giggles. "No doubt, you're gorgeous. Same thing as yesterday?"
"Sure. And get my boyfriend something too, making it good. He needs to relax for tonight." I say winking at him.
My 'lover's' face turns scarlet. The waitress giggles from behind her hand.
"Oh my, this is your boyfriend? But I thought the other guy you came in here yesterday was…"
"He is." I joke.
"No he is not, Bakura!" the Pharaoh exclaims.
"I bet the three of you have a lot of fun." she says.
"Like you wouldn't believe." I say. "Now then, get my coffee and make it snappy."
"It'll be right out, sweet cheeks. Yours too." she says looking at the Pharaoh.
"But I didn't-"
"Oh don't worry, I know what you need." she says giving him a wink.
I laugh. Once she's out of earshot, the Pharaoh goes on a rampage.
"Must you embarrass me so much?" he hisses.
"I don't know why you're embarrassed for." I say taking a pack of sugar and opening it. The contents pour on the table. I push the white crystals together until they're in a small volcano. Then, I smash it with my fist.
"Oh, I don't know...maybe because you were telling her things that weren't any of her business. Things that weren't true!"
I shrug, still playing with the sugar. I'm so bored.
"What are you doing?" he asks.
"What does it look like?" I ask.
"Playing with sugar?" he asks raising his eyebrow in perplexion.
"Then why ask?"
"Why would you want to play with sugar?" he asks.
"I'm bored." I reply.
"Then talk. Isn't that what a date's for? We're friends right?" he says.
"Your definition of a friend and mine are different. You concern everyone a friend, I don't." I say.
"That's because you won't let anyone in."
"I let you in."
"Barely." he mumbles. He sit in silence for a moment. "I know you still hate me…" he says looking down.
The coffee comes out, finally.
"Anything else?" the waitress asks.
"Some happy pills." I say.
"Aww what's wrong with your sweetums?"
I sigh melodramatically. "He's missing Marik."
"Your other lover?" she asks.
"Yeah, he had to work today." I continue to sigh.
"Aww that sucks. Maybe the three of you can have some fun tonight." she says.
"Oh don't worry, we will." I grin.
She laughs. "Let me know if you need anything else."
"You're just so mean to that girl." the Pharaoh says shaking his head.
"She likes it. She's just itching to get on her break so she can have some fun in the bathroom." I say leaning back in my chair and taking a sip of my coffee.
"Is what you said true? About you having all of those…"
"I've only had sex with one woman." I say. "And that's because I had to."
"What do you mean you 'had' to?" he asks.
"Just that." I say. "I don't owe you any explanations, but you do. You were going to tell me what's wrong."
"I just didn't like how that guy insulted you." he says.
"You've insulted me plenty of times." I say. "Why does it matter if someone else does?"
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[Yami's POV]:
Bakura's and my date took off to a rocky start. Some idiot bump into Bakura and then had the audacity to blame it on him and make fun of him for being gay. People these days have no logic at all. I was ready to defend my ex-enemy with everything I had. I'm not sure why, it's a scary thought wanting to defend someone who hates you.
Why does it matter that someone insults Bakura? He's right, I have insulted him just as he's insulted me. I shouldn't care about him, but I'm finding that I do.
"Because you're my friend and I don't tolerate any of my friends being insulted. It's not right." I reply.
That face of sadness appears in those gorgeous red eyes. It makes my heartbeat quicken.
"Do you miss home?" he asks.
I know what he's referring to: our time. Do I miss it? I suppose I do at times, but there are great things about this life as well.
"Yes and no." I reply honestly. "What about you?"
"I miss my horse." he says.
"Your horse?" I ask.
"Yup." he says taking a sip of his coffee.
"Or do you mean my horse?" I correct him. "The one that you stole from the captain of my guards."
"I stole it, it becomes my property. It was a good horse." he says running his finger in the sugar on the table.
"I know it was." I say. "What else do you miss?"
"The stars." he replies.
"Stars?" I blink.
He snaps his head up. "Yeah. Stars. You know those things that twinkle in the sky at night?" he snaps.
I narrow my eyes. "I know what stars are, Bakura." I say. "I just didn't know you liked things like that."
There's that look again. He's killing me.
"Then you don't know me as well as you think you do." he says looking down in his coffee.
"No, I don't." I say. "But I want to get to know you."
"Why? Because we're friends? Are we truly friends, or are you just being nice to me because you feel guilty? What is the real reason you want to save me?" he asks, looking up at me so our eyes meet.
We stare at each other for what seems like forever. I close my eyes for a moment. "I do feel guilty." I speak barely above a whisper. "I feel guilty because I wasn't there to help you, to stop you from turning to Zorc. Spending these two months with you has showed me that you're not evil. I don't know a lot about your past, but you're funny and really sweet when you want to be…."
Bakura's eyes widen in shock.
"I never thought you were evil." I say.
"You trust people too much." he says.
"I know there are people in the world I can't trust, but you are not one of them." I say. "I know that you still hate me and it's because of the darkness still inside of you. I know that you're holding onto a lot of grudges and that you blame me for the pain that you endured in the past…."
"It's not your fault." Bakura says, almost inaudibly.
"Still, I feel bad...it was my uncle after all." I say. "I never met to hurt you."
Bakura doesn't say anything.
"I want you to know that I care about you and I want you to be able to talk to me, Bakura. I don't want anything happening to you." I say.
"Why?" he asks.
"I already told you my answer." I reply. "I care about you."
"You care too much."
"So do you."
Bakura scowls. "I don't care about anyone but myself."
"I'm not stupid, Bakura. I know you care about them." I say. "I know you care about Marik too."
"You read into things too much." Bakura spits.
"I want to get to know you, how else can I when you want tell me anything?" I ask.
"Why do you want to know me? You don't need to know my favourite colour in order to bring out my weakness." he snarls.
"I don't want to bring out your weakness. I just want to save you." I say.
"Hmm." Bakura grunts.
"Tell me about your mom." I say.
"What about her?" he asks.
I shrug. "I don't know. What was she like?"
Bakura smiles. 'She's a lot like me."
I laugh. "I bet she was beautiful."
"Where do you think I got my good looks from?" he smirks.
I laugh, shaking my head. "I'm glad you have such confidence in yourself."
"Someone has to." he says.
"I have confidence in you." I say.
Silence eats us again.
"Are you hungry?" Bakura asks.
"Yeah, let's get something to eat." I say.
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[Joey's POV]:
"What's your favourite food?" Kaiba asks.
"Oh man, dat's a tough one…" I laugh nervously. "Umm...I honestly have no idea."
"Figures. You like food too much." Kaiba scoffs.
"Hey, food's great!" I say.
"If you say so." he says.
"Three more questions right?" I ask.
"Yes, and next draw you need to draw something good because your life points are horrible." he says.
"Hey, you're the one that played that Crush Card!" I exclaim.
"You should have been paying attention. You know that I have that card." Kaiba says.
"I know but…"
"Have you ever been in a relationship before?" he asks.
"Yes." I reply.
"With who?" he asks.
"It was some girl I met before I met Yug." I reply.
"Your turn." he says after attacking my monster. Good thing I had that little trap card there. Hehe.
"Your monster got blasted this go round, Kaiba." I smirk.
"Whatever, just go." he says.
"Red-eyes Black Dragon." I say. "I can't play it, but I can still ask you questions."
"Then go." he snaps.
"Seven questions." I mutter to myself. "Alright, how long did you and Mokuba live in the orphanage." I ask.
"Five years." he replies.
"It must have been awful. I hate dat you had to go through all dat." I say. "How did your parents die?"
"Car wreck." he replies.
"I'm sorry." I say.
"I don't want your pity, just ask the questions, Wheeler." he snaps.
"Hey! I'm only tryna be nice!" I exclaim.
"Be nice to your geek squad because I don't want to hear it." he growls.
"I don't understand why you have to shut everyone out all the time. We're here to help you." I say.
"Help is weakness." he spits. "I don't need it."
"I'd say you do." I say.
"If help is so special, why don't you ask your geek squad members for any?" Kaiba shoots back.
"Does it matter?" I mumble. "We're talkin' bout you!"
"It's just a waste of time doing this." Kaiba says.
"So it's a waste of time making friends?" I ask.
"Yes." he replies.
"Have you even ever had a friend?" I ask.
"I don't want one. It's all a lie." he spits.
"No it's not. Ya just havta meet the right people." I say. "I'll be your friend."
"Why would I want you as a friend?" he snarls.
"I dunno." I shrug. "Why cha kiss me?"
"To prove everyone-"
Our eyes meet. Kaiba stops whatever he's about to say. I speak instead.
"I don't know what it is about cha, but every time I'm around you, I feel...weird." I say looking down at the table.
"Probably something you ate." Kaiba jeers.
"I'm bein' serious here!" I exclaim glaring up at him.
"About time." he smirks.
"See, dis shit right here is the reason I can't tell ya anything! You constantly are out to make my life hell. As if it wasn't hell enou-" I shout. I clamp my hands over my mouth, but it's too late. By the look on Kaiba's face, he knows something's up.
Silence fills the air once again. I squirm in my seat. I hate the look he's giving me. It's so...un-Kaiba like. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in. I feel like my heart is about to rip right out of my chest.
"My dad...he's a drunk. Dat's why mom and Serenity left." I say. "She left me behind...and dad he got worse. And he took it out on me." I fight back the tears that are ready to engulf me. I can't be weak. Kaiba will never let me leave it down if I cry right now. "He worked, but he'd always lose his job because of his drinking. He constantly blamed me for everythin'. 'Specially about Serenity and Mom leavin'. I worked odd end jobs so we could pay our bills and I went to school. I joined a gang just to get away from him. When I met Yug, I changed. I wanted to stop bullying people. I always knew it was wrong, deep down, ya know? But I just..I donno…."
We don't say anything for a while. I've never told anyone about my home life, but telling Kaiba, it just felt right...I'm not sure why. I mean the guy's always on my ass about everything. This will just be another thing for him to get a jab at me. Why did I have to tell him? Gods I'm so stupid! Yug, Yams, hell even Bakura would have been better than Kaiba! Why, of all people, did it have to be him?!
"You shouldn't live in fear." he says.
"I stay with T or Yug." I shrug.
"They won't always be here." he points out. "You need to take care of your father while you still can."
"It's not that easy…" I trial off. I look up at him, a smirk forming on his face. "What are you…"
"Did you forget who I am?" he scoffs. "I can do anything."
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[Seto's POV]:
After the duel, Wheeler and I didn't talk. He played some games and I worked. I needed to find out about his father and his criminal record. I don't even know why I'm getting myself involved with this nonsense, it's not any of my business, but for some reason I can't help but feel sorry for him. I feel like it's partially my fault because I'm constantly giving him hell. Still, he is annoying…
It's getting late, so I decide to head to bed. I called Mokuba earlier to tell him Wheeler and I needed to talk about some things and that he could spend the night with Yugi. I turn the lamp on in my room. Wheeler is lying on his back sound asleep. I sit on the bed next to him. For some reason, I love his presence. It's odd. I should kick him out, but I just can't seem to. Oh well, I guess I'll read some of my book and then go to sleep. I'm sure Yugi and the rest of them will be worried sick, but they'll be alright.
After about an hour and a half of trying to read, I find that I can't. What Wheeler told me today must really be getting to me. I feel like I should tell him about my past too. I know he wouldn't tell anyone, but still...I set my book down, watching him sleep. He's so much different asleep than he is awake. I find that I like this side of him, it's more...peaceful. My hand reaches out and I run my fingers through his hair. He moans, shifting in the bed. His moans remind me of our kiss. I want to kiss him again…
No! I can't kiss him again. I can't use him….but…
The boy I've been staring at for what seems like forever wakes up. He's staring right up at me and I'm too stupid to look away.
"Kaiba?" he asks, worryingly.
I want him. And I want him now. My mind screams at me, and I don't heed its warnings. I crawl on top of him, kissing him.
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[Bakura's POV]:
The Pharaoh and I decided to leave the coffee shop much to that blonde bitch's protest and we're at some restaurant. It's nothing too fancy, but it'll do. He's trying to get close to me. That won't happen. I won't let it happen, not completely anyways. But, for some reason, I want to. I feel like I can trust this man with my soul. It's strange. What's wrong with me? Has the time we've been spending together affecting my mind that much?
I know what I have to do. My plan is so simple and yet, a part of me doesn't want to do it. I hate this! This weakness! It's not fair! I shouldn't feel bad that I'm going to destroy him! Who cares if he didn't technically kill my family! Who cares if he makes me feel...wanted...who cares if…
"Bakura? Are you alright?" the Pharaoh asks.
I look up at him. How much longer can I hold on before I break? Every time I look into his eyes, I feel weird. I've never felt this way before. Marik says I'm in love with the Pharaoh. How could I possible be in love with someone I hate though? People like me don't fall in love. And, if we do, no one falls in love with us.
"I'm fine." I say through gritted teeth.
"You can tell me, I won't judge you." he says.
I know this. He's never been one to judge anyone. He cares, too much if you ask me. It's pathetic. Marik said I owe him. I don't see how. If anything, he owes me.
"Let's just drop it." I snarl.
He sighs. "I'm worried about you."
"Well stop."
"I can't help it." he says.
"Are you finished?" I ask.
"Yeah, where else are we going?" he asks as we stand up and throw some tips down. Good thing I stole this from Tristan's wallet. Heh.
"Wherever you want." I say.
"Let's go to the park." he says.
"Works for me." I say.
We walk to the park in silence. When we reach it, we decide to sit at a picnic table.
"Where did you get your talents from?" he asks.
"My mother could paint. My sister could sing and dance, so she taught me. And as for my thieving skills, that's pretty obvious where I got that from." I reply.
"I still can't believe how well you can do all those things. You should use those talents more." he says.
"Perhaps." I say.
"Were you ever with anyone in the past?" he asks.
"No." I reply. "You?"
"No." he replies.
We sit in silence for a moment.
"Do you want to duel?" he asks after a while.
I smirk reaching for my deck. "You sure do love this game don't you?" I ask.
"Of course." he says doing the same.
"So which one of your priests were the worst?" I ask.
"All of my priests were good." he replies.
"I seriously doubt that." I scoff.
"I was closest with Mahad." he says. "But Isis, Karim, Shadah, and Seto were great. They really kept things in order."
"If you say so." I say drawing my cards. "Which one of us shall go first?"
"You can." he says. "And what do you mean? Surely you don't think that they did a bad job."
"They couldn't defeat me. Their job is to protect you and they failed."
"They failed because you were too damn hard to defeat!" he exclaims.
I smirk. "I know."
"I still remember the first day we met." he says.
"I sure did make an impression." I say.
"I'll say. I haven't been able to get you off my mind since that day." he says.
Our eyes widened at his words.
"I-"
Weakness is taking over once again as we stare into each other's eyes. I have to get out of this.
"Was I that sexy?" I smirk.
The Pharaoh chuckles. "You were quite a sight to behold."
"Would you like to behold me tonight, your majesty?" I ask, standing up and giving him a mock bow.
He laughs, standing up. He walks to me. I back into a wooden post.
"I thought we were going to duel." I say when he's about a foot away from me.
He doesn't answer. He just stares at me.
"Atem?" I gulp.
Gods, why is he looking at me like that?!
He reaches his hand up, stroking the side of my face. I flinch. I'm not use to being touched so gently.
"Don't be afraid, I'm not going to hurt you." he says softly.
"What are you doing?" I demand.
"When you first woke up after I had gotten my memories back, you asked me why I wanted to save you. I couldn't give you an answer at the time because I didn't know what it was, but deep down inside, I always knew why. I just didn't want to admit it. We've known each other for over 5,000 years and I'm just now getting to know the real you. I know that you hate me, and I know I'm probably just wasting my time trying to save you because you don't want to be saved, but I want you to know that I love you." he says looking deeply into my eyes. "I love you with all of my heart and soul. I have always loved you. I know you don't love me, and that's okay. I just wanted you to know because you deserve to know. I want you to be happy. You don't have to do this, Bakura. I know you don't love me, so-"
I don't let him finish. I switch our positions, slamming him against the post, attacking his mouth with mine.
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So...that's the chappie. I hope it wasn't too confusing. I know y'all like that line "Johnny called he wants his lube back." Haha! Go Yami! Two kiss scenes! I think it's time for some hot sex! Guess who gets to go first!
Yugi: ME!
Me: Umm no Yugi, not you.
Yugi: dammit!
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