Another Love Story

MMkay, this chapter is kind of stupid and is very short.
But I just couldn't write anything good. I've already written the
end of this story so now i'm just trying to fill in the gaps.
I'm sorry that is sucks. *nods*

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yu Gi Oh

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Chapter 20 - Nocturnal Supremacy - Yugi POV

It was Thursday morning. ke uke up a little after six when Yami disentangled
himself from me. The foldout couch in Ryou and Bakura’s lounge room creaked
with his every movement.
“What are you doing?” I mumble“Go “Go to go to work little one.” Yami replied.
He was out of bed and getting dressed.
“But...” I began.
“Shhh... Go back to sleep. Tell the others I'll see them later.” Yami interrupted,
bending down to kiss me on the forehead.
“All right.” I yawned.
“Bye Yugi.” Yami said, opening the front door.
“Bye.” I replied.
Then I rolled over and went back to sleep.

People yelling awakened me sometime later.
“If you don’t shut the hell up I'll send you all to the shadow realm!” I heard Bakura yell.
“Yeah.” I called out.
“Oh, morning Yugi.” Ryou said calmly.
“What’s taking him so long? And why doesn’t he just take his own car?” Duke
whispered to Ryou.
“He’s still half-asleep. It’s fun to torment him. But fucked if I know what's taking
him so long.” Ryou said to Duke and then yelled up the stairs.
“Malik, we’re leaving without you.”
I heard the front door open, then a few thumps and crashes upstairs. I opened my
eyes and watched Malik race downstairs and outside in a flurry of Arabic curses.
I drifted off to sleep again.

I woke up at about 11. The house was silent. I figured I was the only one home. I
got out of bed and put my pants on then looked around.
/I’ll just have a shower and go home. /
I made my way upstairs. Bakura’s bedroom door was shut. I could hear loud snoring
coming from inside. Ryou’s bedroom door was open and his room was a mess. Which
was very unlike Ryou. I shrugged and went into the bathroom and closed the door.
I stepped out of my pants and turned the shower on. I got into the shower and let the
hot water run on the back of my neck. I then smoothed my hair back from my face and
got out the shampoo. It smelled like strawberries. I put some in my hand and put the
shampoo bottle down then I lathered up my hair. I was washing the shampoo off my hands
when some of it trickled down my forehead and got into my eyes. It started burning.
“Ah fucking shit!” I swore, rubbing my eyes.
“That’ll only make it worse.” An amused voice said.
“Who’s there?” I gasped, trying to open my eyes.
It hurt even more. I whimpered.
A cold face washer was pressed against my closed eyes. I wiped at my eyes and finally
opened them. I looked up in a haze of tears.
“Bakura.” I said flatly.
“You were expecting someone else?” The silver haired thief replied.
“Erm. No.” I said, retreating further into the shower. I put my head under the water to
wash the shampoo out of my hair. I yelped and copped a mouthful of water when a cold
hand slid down my back.
I bent over, choking on the water. I stayed like that for a minute, regaining my breath.
I jumped as Bakura grabbed hold of my hips and pulled me back against him.
“What are you doing?” I hissed, straightening up.
“I miss out on my morning fuck.” Bakura replied, sliding his arms around me.
I wriggled out of his grasp, slipped and fell out of the shower. Bakura grinned down at me.
“Ever think maybe you should find an alternative means of getting clean?” He asked.
I glared at him and stood up. My heart was racing. I grabbed a towel and my pants and
left the bathroom. I went back to the lounge, dried myself and got dressed. I then hung
the towel over a chair at the kitchen table.
/Got to get home/
I thought about telling Bakura I was leaving, then decided to just leave. Alas, the front
and back doors were locked, as were the windows. Yes, I seriously considered climbing
out a window. I was stuck in the house with Bakura.
I sat down at the kitchen table and lit a cigarette from my packet. I was beginning to
panic. What on earth did Ryou’s demon half want with me?
As if in answer to my question, Bakura came downstairs. He was dressed in tight black
leather pants and shimmery silver fitted vinyl shirt.
“Why’d you lock me in?” I asked.
“I couldn’t let you escape! I want to take you shopping.” He replied, putting the kettle on.
“Shopping? For what?” I continued.
“Kaiba’s party. He’s made it a costume party. So we all need costumes.” He explained,
making two coffees.
I watched, fascinated by the amount of sugar he put in them. He walked over and put
the coffee in front of me.
“So, got any ideas on what you want to go as?” Bakura asked, sitting down.
I shook my head.
“Don’t matter I suppose. You can look around. I’m sure you’ll find something.” Bakura rambled on.
He appeared to be genuinely excited about the party. It was almost frightening.
“I’ve got no idea either. But I've already worked out what Malik’s wearing. He’ll look
so damn hot!” Bakura continued.
I nodded and smiled.
“All right. You ready? Let’s go.” He stated, standing up.
I looked at my untouched coffee and half finished cigarette then stood up and followed
Bakura outside. I got into his car and shut the door then put my seatbelt on. Bakura
grinned and started the engine. He sped off down the street while I hung on for dear life.
Abruptly the hair-raising ride came to an end. I opened my eyes and looked.
/A pet shop? /
“I’ll only be a minute.” Bakura stated, leaping out of the car.
He bounded into the pet shop. He emerged a few minutes later with a shopping
bag and climbed back into the car. The bag was unceremoniously dumped in my lap.
“Look.” Bakura said, starting the car.
I reached inside the bag and pulled out a surprisingly heavy dog collar. It was black
leather with a gold strip down the centre. It had a gold ring where a leash could be
attached and a thick gold buckle.
/wow... must be some pet shop. /
“How much did that cost you?” I asked.
“Oh, you’ll be surprised at how generous people are when threatened by a trip to
the shadow realm.” Bakura replied.
He laughed at the mortified expression on my face.
“I’m joking Yugi. Relax.” Bakura added.
I nodded, avoiding his gaze.
“So when is Kaiba’s party?” I asked, changing the subject.
“Tomorrow night.” Bakura replied, pulling up outside a rather small costume shop.
He got out of the car and strode into the shop. I followed a little less enthusiastically.
The shop was just wall to wall costumes. There wasn’t a lot of space to walk around
in. Bakura was racing up and down the aisles, obviously looking for something. I
had a quick look around, but being the fussy bitch that I am, I found nothing.
I waited somewhat impatiently by the front of the store for Bakura to finish what he
was doing. Or to find what he was looking for. Either one.
After a few moments, Bakura ran up to me, brandishing an armful of costumes.
“Go try this on.” He ordered, shoving a costume into my arms.
I grudgingly obeyed. It wasn’t until I was actually in the changing room that I looked
properly at the costume. It appeared to be some kind of military gear. I took
my pants off and put the black costume pants on. They were very tight and had
a red gold sheen to them. There were gold buckles down the outside of each leg
and the pants flared out at the bottom. I was pretty happy so far. I took my shirt
off and examined the costume top. It was a short sleeve shirt made of the same
material as the pants but it had a mesh top underneath that was attached to it. I
couldn’t undo the shirt so I had to pull it on over my head. I managed, with some
difficulty, to get the top on. It too was tight and had the same red-gold sheen as
the pants. There were gold buckles on the short sleeves and all down the front and
two pockets three quarters of the way up. It was open at the neck and the mesh
sleeves extended to just past my elbows.
I admired myself in the mirror. I looked good, and I knew it. With high-heeled
boots, the costume would be perfect. Bakura bounding into my changing room
brought me out of my thoughts. He was dressed in tight black pants and a fitted
dark red velvet waistcoat very similar to my violet one. His had silver clasps at the
front and long sleeves that tapered out over his hands. It reached his mid thigh,
and I could see about three inches of his stomach below the clasps. He had a black
top hat on his head and a polished black cane in his hand.
“You like?” He asked.
I wasn’t sure if he meant my costume or his, but I nodded anyway.
“Good. Now lets go. I’m starving.” Bakura continued, leaving my changing room.
I put my own clothes bac and and hung the costume on the hangers. I bundled it all
up in my arms and walked out. Bakura was waiting for me. When he saw me he
skipped off toward the front of the store. He took my costume from me and paid for
everything then I followed him back out to his car.
“So where do you want to go?” Bakura asked me once we were sitting in his car.
“I don’t mind.” I replied quietly.
“God dammit Yugi! Be assertive for once in your life!” He cried.
I flinched.
“I am sick of people being afraid of me! I’m really not that bad.” Bakura raved on.
“Yes you are...” I mumbled.
“What was that?” Bakura asked.
“I said yes you are that bad. You’re yelling at me for not yelling at you. Honestly
Bakura, you’re a fucking psycho!” I said heatedly.
/I did not just say that. /
I steeled myself for a punch that never came. I looked sat Bakura who was smiling.
“Good to hear. Now where are we going to eat?” He replied.

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Hmm..... well anyway, the next chapter will be better, and longer.
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