Kinky

Choices

            Bakura turned off the television and plopped down on the sofa. Things had just gone
from bad to worse. Once the media had gotten their hands on the news that the world renown
‘King of Games’ Yugi Motou was seeing another man, they ran with the story and blew things
way out of proportion. The last report Bakura watched claimed to have solid evidence that he’d
somehow managed to knock Yugi up and they were expecting twins.

The paparazzi were by far the worst though.

Since their first run-in with them in the park exactly one week ago, it had now become
impossible for either of them to go out without being recognized. It seemed everybody had heard
the news.

Bakura was jolted from his thoughts by the sound of the telephone ringing.

“What” He dully answered it.

“B-Bakura? *sniffle* Maybe I please speak to Ryou? *sniffle*”

“Yugi?” Bakura asked. He could barely understand him. The Pharaoh’s light was crying,
messing up his speech.

“Ryou, please...”Yugi sobbed, almost in almost a whisper.

Crying was the last thing Bakura wanted to deal with right now, so he allowed Ryou to take over
their body and talk to Yugi.

“I see. Good bye than.....Yugi.” Ryou said somberly as he hung up the phone a minute later.

//What was that about?// Bakura asked, using their mind-link.

“Yugi broke up with me. He said his grandfather told him if he didn’t, he was going to send him off to
some juvenile detention center across the country.”

//WHAT! Curse that old fool! He needs to die!// Bakura shrieked loudly, giving Ryou a slight
headache.

“Yami, no........killing somebody isn’t the answer. We just need to accept things the way they are
and go on.” Ryou’s voice faltered, even though he was forcing himself to stay strong.

//Like hell!// Bakura snarled before taking back control of the body they shared. He grabbed his
long black leather trench coat before leaving the apartment if a fit of rage.

            The tormented ancient spirit took to the streets, walking aimlessly for hours in the rain.

He found himself passing by the hotel where he and Atem had met so many times in the past.
Images of fragrant candle lit nights spent with the Pharaoh engaged in wild sex flashed through
his mind. He could almost feel Atem in his arms again.

Bakura forced himself to look away. The memories were too much for him to handle.

“Now I know why you were always so careful. None of this shit would have happened if I’d just
shut my mouth.”

Minutes later he passed by the museum, bringing back more memories for him to fight back.
Bakura looked down at the gold band around his right middle finger, the one Atem had given to
him at the museum. The ring, Atem had said, would remind Bakura of him. It represented more
than that to Bakura though....much more. I reminded Bakura of his past merging with his
present.

“You were right, Atem......I admit it. I should have just trusted your judgement instead of losing
my head and taunting you with that Ishtar kid.”

Bakura continued walking, only to pass the unfinished parking ramp where he’d threatened to
jump from. His heart skipped a beat when he looked up and realized how high up it really was.

“It was wrong of me to have tested Atem like that.....why do I always have to go to extremes?”
Bakura asked himself as he continued down the street.  

The rain was coming down even harder now. Bakura’s hair was flat and stuck to his face as he
walked alone. He hid his pain on the outside, but inside there was nothing but turmoil. He was
just glad he was able to hold back the tears hiding behind his forlorn eyes.

He passed by the alley where he’d had his altercation with the young thugs and shook his head.
Somehow the murder he’d committed there seemed a senseless act now.

Bakura picked a small red flower from a potted plant sitting next to a bench infront of a shop
and absently whirled it between his thumb and forefinger.

He wandered into the park where he and Atem had spent their last few minutes together before
the whole mess started.

Bakura sat down on the very same bench he sat on with Atem and sighed.

“This is all my fault. All I ever do is fuck things up.”

Bakura opened his jacket and looked down at the Millennium Ring hanging around his neck. He
ran his fingers over the gold pointers and bit his lip.

The very object that brought him life now brought him nothing but anguish, leaving a bitter taste
in his mouth.

“If not for this stupid thing, my life and death could have been so different.”

Bakura silently wondered if there was any way possible to destroy the item, along with his
existence.

//Spirit?// Ryou asked timidly though their link.

“Piss off, I don’t feel like chatting at the moment.” Bakura snapped back sharply, glaring at the
ancient item in his hands that bonded his and Ryou’s souls.

//Yami.....you realize you’re not the only one going through this.//

“So?”

//Sitting here brooding isn’t getting you anywhere, and it’s definitely not getting me anywhere. I
think we need to take this matter head on. We need go to the Game Shop and confront Yugi’s
grandfather. Maybe if he sees how much we care, he’ll change his mind.//

“If he doesn’t, can I slit his throat?” Bakura growled evilly as he got up from the bench.

//Uh......No, you can’t. I’m sure he’ll be more understanding if you let me take over and talk to
him.//

Bakura sighed and looked down at the ring around his finger.

“Fine. But if the old fuck-tard pisses me off......don’t look.”

            Ryou stood infront of the Game Shop, silently running through what he was going to tell
Yugi’s grandfather.

This was it.

The moment of truth.

Would Yugi’s grandfather understand?

Ryou walked around back and pressed on the door bell. He waited nervously as a light came on
from inside.

A cold chill ran up Ryou’s spine as the door opened.

Yugi’s grandfather stood looking up at him with a blank expression.

“I’ve been expecting you to show up. Come inside, we need to talk.”

Ryou followed Grampa Motou inside and was led into a the old man’s office.

Grampa Motou closed the door behind them and offered Ryou a seat. While Ryou sat down and
waited, Grampa Motou was shuffling around in his desk. A few moments later he looked directly
at Ryou and plopped an ultra-rare ‘The Creator’ card between them.

Ryou picked up the card and looked it over suspiciously.

“The Creator? What’s this for?”

Grampa Motou nodded his head. “It’s all yours.”

Ryou looked over the card again. He was a bit overwhelmed by the power it held. It would
supplement his deck very nicely.

“I don’t know what to say....this is unbelievable! Thank you Mr. Motou!” Ryou exclaimed as he
stared at the card. Suddenly he realized though why the old man had just given it to him. He
frowned as he slapped the card down hard on the desk between them.

“Is this all Yugi is worth to you? I’m sorry, but I love him more than some silly card.”

Gramps lowered his eyes and glared at Ryou.

“You just stay away from my grandson, you hear me? He doesn’t need people like you in his
life.”

Ryou jumped up out of his chair and slammed his fists down on the desk.

“People like me? Just what exactly do you think I am?”

“We both know what you are, don’t beat around the bush now. Why don’t you just take the card
and stay out of Yugi’s life.”

Bakura had been listening in on the entire conversation. Needless to say, Grampa Motou’s
attitude didn’t strike a very good chord with him. It pissed him right the fuck off.

He took over his and Ryou’s body and grabbed the old man by the shirt collar.

“Fuck you and your stupid cards, you old bastard!” He spat in the old man’s face angrily.

Bakura shoved him backwards onto the floor and hurried out of the office, yelling Yugi’s name.

“Hey! Get back here!” Grampa shouted after him as he tried to get up.

In a flash, Bakura had bolted up the stairs leading to Yugi’s room.

“Atem! Open up! It’s me!”

Atem, dressed in tight back jeans and a sleeveless black t-shirt, opened his bedroom door.

“Bakura? What are you doing here? What’s going on?”

Bakura pushed his way into the dark bedroom and locked the door behind him.

“Yugi’s grandfather will be up here any second, and it won’t take much for him to break the lock
on the door. Atem, it’s now or never. Please now, come with me.”

Atem hesitated.

“Come with you? You mean like, live with you? Bakura......I just don’t know.....”

Bakura frantically grabbed Atem by his shoulders and kissed him desperately.

“Please Atem, don’t make this difficult.”

Atem’s eyes flickered nervously as Grampa pounded on the door.

“Open up! I’ve already called the police! I want that creep out of my home, NOW!” Grampa
shouted loudly as he rattled the door knob.

Bakura grabbed both of Atem’s hands and squeezed them tight, glancing nervously over his
shoulder at the door.

“Please, Atem. I love you. I want to spend the rest of my afterlife with you. You have to come
with me. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” He pleaded.

Tears welled up in Atem’s eyes, he was torn between his loyalty to blood and his love for a
former rival. He covered his mouth and shook his head.

The bedroom door suddenly flew open, and Yugi’s grandfather stormed into the room. He
punched Bakura in the face, sending the thief backwards onto his ass.

Bakura quickly recovered from the blow and jumped to his feet. He clenched his fist and pulled
back to punch the old man back, but Ryou stopped him.

//Yami, no! Don’t do it, don’t lower yourself to his level. He’s not worth it!//

Bakura reluctantly dropped his fist to his side and let go of the old man.

He looked at Atem as he backed away.

“Time to choose Atem, will it be him or me?”

Tears trickled down Atem’s cheeks as he looked between his two choices. He knew if Yugi
stayed with his grandfather, he’d be well taken care of. Even if he wouldn’t be happy, he’d never
have to worry about anything but dueling. On the other hand, leaving with Bakura meant Yugi
would have to learn how to live in the real world, away from the cozy life he’d been living. He’d
be with the one he loved though, was that enough to get him through life?

“It’s your call, Yugi.” Grampa said firmly.

Bakura held out his hand.

“Come with me, please.”

Atem slowly reached out for Bakura’s hand, watching Grampa’s face turn angry as he joined
hands with the tomb-robber.

“If you leave with him, you’re never welcome back here again.” The old man threatened as he
watched Bakura and Atem back up towards the door.

“I’m sorry.......grandfather.” Atem said in almost a whisper, tears streaming down his face.

Yugi’s grandfather stood up and crossed his arms.

“You’re on your own now.”

Bakura protectively wrapped his arms around Atem’s waist as they backed out of the room.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

 

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A/n: Only one more chapter to go.