Surprises

Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh! ain’t mine. None of the music is either.

Thanx for the reviews. I was looking for a few more, but, hey, at least I got a few. Now, surprisingly, I have an update for y’all. Enjoy and gimme some feedback, good or bad.

Chapter 6 - Clean Up

“Yo, Yugi,” Bakura poked at him, shaking him slightly, “Hey, wake up. Yugi..... Yuuuuugi, wake up.... Damn it, WAKE UP!”

“What?!” Yugi jumped three feet in the air and fell on the floor. He winced and rubbed his rump, then glared up at the smirking Bakura, “What do you want?!”

“Oh, good, you’re awake,” the dark spirit snickered, then held out a hand to help Yugi up, “I need a favor.”

Yugi took his hand and Bakura pulled him up, “I’m not sure if I want to be involved in any ‘favors’ of yours.”

“It’s nothing bad,” Bakura said, taking a seat on the couch and pulling a cigarette from behind his ear, lighting it up.

“More Human Than Human” by Rob Zombie started to play as Bakura said that and it made Yugi kind of scared. The music combined with the smirk on the yami didn’t combine very well if you wanted to feel safe.

“Hey, are you okay? You look like you’re fixing to puke,” Bakura cocked his head to the side and looked at the other.

“I’m fine....” Yugi swallowed, then muttered, “I think...”

“Did you smoke too much?” the former tomb-raider grinned at him as he took a drag from his cigarette.

Yugi sat down on the couch next to Bakura and looked up at him, “That might have something to do with it..... What’s this favor you want?”

“A favor? For Bakura? Don’t do it!” Kaiba walked up with Jonouchi, his arm around the blond’s hip, his other hand holding a beer.

“Fuck you,” Bakura hissed and leaned back, “What the hell are you doing here anyway? I saw you drive off.”

“Well, if it’s possible to drive off, I think it’s possible to drive back,” Kaiba replied, snidely, looking down his nose at the spirit.

“Watch your back, because one day you’ll turn around and there I’ll be to kick your ass,” Bakura retorted, taking another drag off of his cigarette, and glaring at the CEO.


“Why don’t you do it right now?” Kaiba questioned, his eyes challenging the yami.

Bakura heaved a sigh and spoke to the brunet as if he were an idiot, “Because I’m high and kicking your ass would take my high away. I’m not going to waste a perfectly good high on you.”

The two exchanged death glares and everyone else around couldn’t help but take a few steps back. Yugi scooted over on the couch, away from Bakura, and started to get up, but the dark spirit grabbed his wrist.

“Where do you think you’re going? We have something to discuss,” Bakura spoke to Yugi, but didn’t look at him. Instead he continued to glare at Kaiba.

It didn’t seem like either of the men would let up and walk away. They wanted to the other to be the first to move away as a sign of submitting to the other. Luckily, Ryou walked up and got between them, blocking their view of each other.

“What the fuck are you so tense about? Go and party! That’s why you’re here, isn’t it? Now go!” he ordered and everyone around seemed to disperse.

Jonouchi managed to drag Kaiba away and Bakura got up with Yugi’s wrist in hand and led him upstairs, into his room. He opened the door and let Yugi go in first, then walked in after and closed the door. He sighed and ran a hand through his spikes, then went over to the bed and sat down.

Yugi looked around the room and the darkness seemed to swallow him. He looked over at Bakura who looked overcome by stress.

“You look like you could use a joint,” Yugi commented, half-smiling at the former tomb-raider.

Bakura brought his gaze up and stared at Yugi. He chuckled and reached over to the nightstand and opened the top drawer, pulling out a pre-rolled joint. He stood up to get a lighter out of his pocket, then sat back down and sparked the joint up.

“You know, you can sit down on the bed next to me. I’m not going to murder you or anything,” Bakura said, slowly exhaling, watching the smoke.

Yugi walked over to the bed and hopped on it, next to the spirit, watching him take another hit. He couldn’t help but admire the dark spirit. He was cool, composed, and knew a hell of a lot more than Yugi did. He knew how to throw a damn good party and seemed experienced in everything that was what society would consider bad. And the small man’s mind couldn’t pass up the fact that the man sitting next to him was drop dead fucking sexy.

Yugi felt a blush creep up on his cheeks and he looked away from the spirit. He stared at the wall across the room and was sure glad that Bakura wasn’t his yami or he’d know what he’d just thought.

“Yugi, the favor I wanted was that I’d like you to see if the Pharaoh has been fucking Malik over a period time before tonight or if tonight was just because they were drunk,” the dark spirit spoke suddenly, catching Yugi off-guard.

“Uh....” the statement processed through Yugi’s mind for a moment, “S-sure...”

Bakura glanced down at Yugi as he let out a hit and offered him the half-smoked joint, “You okay?”

Yugi shook his hand to the joint and sighed, looking at the floor. He glanced up at Bakura who was staring at him with raised eyebrows, “W-what?”

“Nothing,” Bakura said and got up from the bed, walking over to the other side of the room to the desk, “I just see a question in your eyes.”

“You do?” Yugi looked up at him and saw he was rummaging through one of the desk drawers.

“Yes, now ask already,” he said, pulling out a bag of pills and looking closely at them.

“Okay.... Are....” Yugi paused, then took a deep breath, “Are you and Ryou together now?”

Bakura opened his mouth, then closed it. His gaze went from the bag, to Yugi, to off in the distance. He didn’t know. He didn’t know what Ryou thought or wanted. Maybe Ryou would just forget because he was fucked up.

But he remembered that he had said “I love you” to the man. Ryou would never forget that. Bakura did mean it, but weren’t yamis and hikaris supposed to love each other? For Ra’s sake, Bakura fucks everyone that’s willing. Well, not necessarily everyone, but when you’re horny, you’re horny.

“Uh....” Bakura slipped the bag of pills in his pocket and looked back at Yugi, “You know, I really don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

“I just don’t know,” Bakura replied, walking to the door, “Just because you fuck, doesn’t mean you’re together,” he opened the door, “Now get out or I’m gonna lock you in.”

Yugi hopped off the bed and scurried out the door. He went down the hall and stopped at the top of the stairs, looking down upon the whole den area. He shook his head at the sight of the room and headed down the stairs.

The party was dying down. People were slowly leaving and the rooms were clearing out. The music had been turned down and there were less people smoking and drinking. The front yard had cleared as well as the back. The kitchen and living room were cleared out, only trash left behind.

Ryou was going around with a large trash bag, picking up beer bottles and stray trash. He gathered the roaches from the ashtrays and put them in clear plastic baggies, knowing Bakura would want them, then emptied the ashes and cigarette butts. He filled two extra large trash bags with trash just from the kitchen, then went to working on the den area.

“Ryou,” Bakura came up behind him and wrapped his arms around the man, speaking into his ear quietly, “You need some sleep. You’ve been up for over 24 hours.”

“But I need to clean this up,” Ryou argued, leaning his head back on the yami’s shoulder, a yawn escaping his lips, “No one else is going....”

“It can wait,” Bakura said, twisting Ryou in his arms and picking him up bridal style. He carried the man upstairs and into his room. He laid him down in the silk sheets of his bed and pulled off his shirt, pants, and socks.

He covered Ryou up with a sheet and comforter and kissed his forehead, “Get some sleep. I’m going to lock the door so no one will come in and bother you. I’ll be in later.”

“Night, yami,” Ryou yawned and closed his eyes.

Bakura smiled down at him, then walked out of the room and locked the door. He headed downstairs and went through the rooms, shoeing out various people. When they refused to leave, he would pull out his switchblade and lunge at them. That always got them out.

He chuckled at the screaming fools and went to the next room. Once the house was cleared of everyone but Yugi, Jonouchi, and Kaiba, he started to clean up, grabbing the trash bag that Ryou had been using to gather trash. Yugi grabbed a bag and joined him, going out the front and gathering all the trash in the front yard.

Jonouchi and even Kaiba joined him in cleaning up. Jonouchi covered the back yard and Kaiba went upstairs and started on the hall and study. With all four of them working together, the stray trash and beer bottles were all picked up in the next couple of hours.

After that, Bakura went up into his room and grabbed a pack of joints and a pack of cigarettes. He came back down to the other three who had gathered at the couch and sat down. He sat down on the floor next to Yugi and faced Jonouchi and Kaiba who were on the couch.

He gave each of them a joint and sparked up his, then passed the lighter around. Yugi was looking at the joint, unsure if he wanted to smoke or not.

“Come on, Yugi, it’s something for helping me clean up. Smoke it,” Bakura said, then got up and headed to the kitchen. He grabbed a six pack out of the refrigerator and returned to the den, sitting in his same spot.

Everyone took a beer and started to relax. Jonouchi laid his head on Kaiba’s shoulder and Kaiba put his arms up on the top of the couch, laying his head on Jonouchi’s. Yugi leaned against the couch and laid his head back on the cushions, taking small hits off of his joint and getting better at holding them in without coughing them out. Bakura sat cross legged, his elbow resting on his knee and the side of his head resting on his palm, sipping on his beer.

“Thanks for cleaning up,” he said and held up the pack of joints, “This is full of joints if anyone wants another.”

“Wow, Bakura, it’s weird to see you nice,” Jonouchi said, looking down at him.

“I’m not being nice, I’m just giving you something for helping me out,” the dark spirit replied, stubbing out the roach he held in the ashtray that was in the middle of them, “I hate owing people things.”

“I know what you mean,” Kaiba said, motioning to the pack of joints which Bakura tossed to him, “If you owe them something, they always call back with these weird ass favors. I rather them owe me something.”

Yugi chuckled and shook his head, staring at the ceiling, “You guys have no faith in people. That’s sad.”

“It’s not sad, it’s smart,” Bakura snapped, “I’ve had enough run-ins with fuck-ups who love to screw you over.”

“Maybe they didn’t plan to screw you over in the beginning, or maybe they couldn’t help it,” Yugi said, then glanced over at Bakura, “Did you ever think of it that way?”

“They couldn’t help it my ass, you either choose you say something or you don’t,” Bakura said, lighting another joint.

They all fell quiet. After all, it was a valid point, wasn’t it?
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Blah, the party is FINALLY over. Oh... my.... fucking....God.... Can you believe it? It was a nice calm ending to the party, but not the story. I’m still not so sure where I’ll go from here, but I can tell you this; It will go somewhere.....

Next update...... probably not so soon.... unless y’all gimme lots of reviews. Come on people, I’d do it for y’all.

Well, I’m off to the hookah bar! Weehee! I leave y’all with the advice to get some of the music that’s in here and listen to it. These bands are fucking awesome. Until next time.

Christ, it's already nine. When does that place close? *walks off muttering to self*