Love Through Anything

Disclaimer: Yu-Gi-Oh! belongs to Kazuki Takahashi.

Wello y’all! I’m back!.... for the weekend. I’m sorry I haven’t updated in over a month. I’ve been really freakin’ busy. Life is annoying sometimes....
Well, I dunno when I can update again. I’m gonna go out with some friends tonight, work tomorrow, and hang with the family on Sunday. I’ll try to update as soon as I can.
On to chappie 7!

Chapter 7

Yami lounged on the couch with his arms around Yugi, eyes closed and enjoying the company of his other half. Yugi’s eyes were glued to the television screen, exploding cars and guns shooting keeping his attention.

Each came back to reality when they heard the game shop door open.

Yugi looked at his watch, eyes widening, “Uh-oh.”

“What?” Yami asked, looking down at the boy in his arms.

Yugi jumped up and pulled Yami into the shop with him, “Our break was supposed to end an hour and 15 minutes ago!”

Yami couldn’t help but chuckle at his hikari. The witty smirk on his face disappeared though when they saw Sugoroku standing at te shop counter with his hands on his hips.

“H-hello, Grampa,” Yugi studdered and smiled weakly at the old man.

“Yugi,” Sugoroku said in warning, “I thought you said you would watch the shop while I was out.”

“I was,” the small teenager squeaked, “But I got.... preoccupied?”

“It was my fault, Sugoroku,” Yami spoke in, “I forgot yo remind Yugi.”

“He should remember himself,” the old man said, then walked around the counter and into the livingroom, “Close the shop up.”

Yugi went over to the door and switched the sign over to say “closed”, then locked the door. He turned around and went to the kitchen where Yami and Sugoroku were.

“I’m sorry, really, Grampa,” Yugi apologized and sat down at the table.

“It’s alright, Yugi. Just work on remembering next time,” Sugoroku said, then changed the subject, “So, how are our new house-guests?”

“I haven’t seen either of them since this morning,” Yami commented, “Though I did hear them....”

He glanced at Yugi who stiffled a snicker.

“Would one of you go check on them and see id they want anything?”


Yugi looked at Yami and gave him big, sparkling, pleading, puppy dog eyes. Yami glanced over at him and sighed in defeat.

“Evil look,” he muttered as he walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

He walked down the hall and knocked lightly on Ryou and Bakura’s door. When no one answered after a minute, he cracked the door open and peered in.

With seeing the sight of the boys wrapped up in each other, he couldn’t help but smile. He looked at them; Ryou nuzzled in his yami’s chest and Bakura with his chin atop Ryou’s head and a smiled resting on his lips.

Yami studied the former tomb-robber’s face; he’d never seen Bakura actually smile before. The closest thing was a smirk. And the weird thing was that it actually looked good on his pale face.

The former pharaoh stepped back and closed the door silently. He walked back down the hall and down the stairs, then into the kitchen where Yugi looked up at him when he arrived.

“They’re fine,” he said and sat next to Yugi at the table.

“What are they doing?” Yugi asked, taking a sip of soda.

Yami leaned back, making the chair he was in stand only on its two back legs, “Sleeping.”

“This late?” Sugoroku asked, glancing at the clock.

“Well...” Yami smirked, “They’re probably tried from.... earlier activities.”

“Yeah....” Yugi giggled.

Sugoroku just shook his head and grabbed a bottle of water out of the refrigerator.


Bakura blinked his eyes open and looked at Ryou. The boy was still nuzzled into his chest, arms wrapped around the his waist, and his legs intertwined with the yami’s.

The spirit pulled from the grasp and slid down so that he would be staring directly into Ryou’s eyes if they were open. He leaned forward and kissed him gently, then crept out of the bed, silently.

He went over to the dresser and pulled a pair of black pants out of the drawer. He slipped them on and grabbed a KoRn t-shirt. Slipping on the shirt, he walked out of the bedroom and down the hall, then down the stairs and into the kitchen.

Yami and Yugi, the only two in the kitchen, looked up at him from their conversation at the table.

“Do you want something to eat, Bakura?” Yugi asked, staring at him with wide violet eyes.

“Sure,” Bakura shrugged and plopped down in a chair at the table.

Yami looked at him, a smirk on his face.

“What?” Bakura glared at him.

“Have fun?” the former pharaoh asked, leaning back in his chair, a smirk still resting upon his face.

“What the hell are you babbling about?”

“When we got back, you rushed upstairs and stayed there.....” he glanced at him, laughing inside.

Bakura’s glare turned into a smirk, but he said nothing.

“Thought so,” Yami let the chair drop to all four legs to end the short conversation.

Yugi sat a plate of almost raw meat in front of Bakura. One thing he picked up about the spirit is how he liked his meat.

The former tomb-robber raised his slender eyebrows at the meat.

‘At least the runt learned something,’ he thought and dug into the food.

Yami stared at the other spirit, “Have you always eaten like that?”

Bakura glanced yp at him from under his bangs, “Are you addressing me?”

Yami gave him a flat look, “Who else?”

The white haired yami swallowed the bite he had taken and spoke causally, “Oh, well, since you didn’t end it with ‘Tomb-robber!’ or ‘Thief King’ or ‘you undignified scum’, I didn’t know if you meant me.”

Crimson eyes narrowed at the pale spirit.

Bakura dropped the smug look and became serious, “Why can’t you just stick to one name? Just call me ‘Bakura’. Am I not good enough to be called by my own name?”

Yami lowered his gaze to the table while he felt Bakura’s dark eyes burn into him.

“Well, Pharaoh?” Bakura asked.

“He’ll call you by your name,” Ryou said, walking in.

Everyone looked up at him.

“Won’t you, Yami?” Ryou asked, placing his hands on Bakura’s shoulders.

Yami stared into Ryou’s eyes for awhile, then nodded and looked Bakura in the eyes, “I will, Bakura.”

Bakura blinked at Yami, his name sounded so irregular coming from the former pharaoh’s mouth. He nodded and thanked him quietly in Ancient Egyptian.

“So.....” Yugi broke in after a few moments of silence, “What do you guys have planned for today?”

Ryou shrugged and took the open seat next to Bakura. They all stared at each other in silence, except for Bakura, who was currently stuffing his face. Ryou glanced at his yami and started laughing, shaking his head.

Bakura looked up at him and cocked an eyebrow. Normally, Ryou would scold the yami for his bad manners, but Ryou was just acting weird.

“Uh... Ryou?” Bakura spoke, staring at the teenager, confused.

The pale hikari looked over at him with a tired like smile on his face, “Yes?”

“Are you feeling alright?” Bakura questioned, taking one of Ryou’s hands into his.

Ryou shook his head, laughing a little, “Of course I’m alright. I was only kicked out of my house with nowhere to go and no money to help me get going.”

He dropped his head down, his chin leaning on his chest, and they saw tears hit the table.

“Ryou,” Bakura slid off of his chair and knelt next to Ryou, turning the hikari’s head to face him, “You will be fine. I will be there for you, to help and protect you. Always.”

He stood up on his knees and leaned in, placing his forehead against Ryou’s, “I swear to every god there is, you will not be alone in this. I will help you. For every step you take, I’ll take with you... You will never fall because I will be there at your side for support. You will get through this... and I’ll be there next to you through it all.”

Bakura waited for his words to process through Ryou’s mind and for the hikari to look up into his eyes.

Ryou sat there for moments, then looked into chocolate eye identical to his own, “Thank-you.”

The yami brought up his hands to Ryou’s face and wiped the tears away with his thumbs. He kissed him lightly, then stood up and pulled Ryou up next to him. He sat back down and pulled the teenager on his lap and let the hikari nuzzle into him.


Yami and Yugi glanced at each other and their eyes did all the talking between them. They both got up quietly and went out of the room.

Bakura sat, his arms around the boy in his lap, just being there for Ryou. Ryou needed support badly at the moment. He wasn’t strong enough to get through this by himself. That’s what Bakura was there for; support.

Ryou sniffled and laid his head on the yami’s shoulder, “Thank-you, Bakura.”

Bakura stayed silent, just letting Ryou relax on him.


“What are you doing, Yugi?” Yami asked, watching the boy dig though his closet.

“Getting my coat,” he replied, standing up and pulling on a light coat.

The former pharaoh cocked an eyebrow, “Why?”

Yugi closed the closet door and walked to the bedroom door, “I’m going out. I’ll be back later.”

He walked out of the room, leaving Yami sitting on the bed confused. Yami just laid back and sighed.

He knew Ryou had a big problem on his hands. He couldn’t get his own place until he was 18 and it didn’t look like his father was going to let him back in. Ryou obviously knew it too, with the way he was acting in the kitchen.

Money was another matter. How would the teen get money for living expenses? No wonder Ryou broke down at the table, all that was happening to him was overwhelming.

Yami sat up and shook his head. How could a father treat his own son like that? Straight or gay, it shouldn’t matter. These years in one’s life were supposed to be happy and growing.

At this rate, Ryou would grow up too fast and he would pay for it later. Yami knew about that all too well. With his father being killed when he was so young, the duties of pharaoh were thrusted upon him too early. He had no time to be a child, he had to grow up so fast.

The spirit closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to take control back over his emotions.

“Oh gods...” he muttered to himself, “Would it of turned out all differently? I couldn’t do anything about it even so...”


They day seemed to drag on for everyone. Ryou and Bakura had settled down on the couch in front of the television, cuddled up into each other. Yami sat in Yugi’s room, thoughts of his past taunting his mind.

The numbers of the clock switched to 6:30 and everyone was still in the same spots. The television had an action movie playing on it and Bakura had become fixed upon it. Ryou watched him with an amused look on his face, for the King of Thieves was yelling at it, bellowing out the rights and wrongs. Mostly wrongs.

“What fool would just stand there?!” he yelled at the television.

“Maybe he’s afraid,” Ryou suggested.

The yami gave him a flat look, then, matter-of-factly, stated, “You can’t afford to be afraid in a job like that. I should know!”

Ryou chuckled at him, then suggested, “Maybe that little voice in his head finally caught up with him.”

Bakura gave him a fake confused look, “Little voice?”

“Yes, the one that tells you right or wrong,” Ryou said, “You have one..... I think.”

Bakura blinked, “I do?”

Ryou laughed as he pounced on top of the spirit, “You very well do! But I’m not sure when it comes to killing.”

The dark spirit smirked proudly, “That’s what I wanted to hear!”

“Really?” the teenager questioned, trying to hold Bakura’s hands down, “But you do have one....”

Bakura stopped moving and stared up into Ryou’s innocent eyes, “Maybe... but just for you.”

Ryou felt a blush upon his cheeks and he quickly looked away, but Bakura grabbed his chin and captured his lips within a kiss. The yami slipped his tongue between Ryou’s slightly parted lips and let his hands roam down the teen’s body.

He ran his hands under Ryou’s shirt and up his chest. Parting their lips, Bakura slipped Ryou’s shirt from his body and threw it across the floor. Rejoining their lips, they each continued to let their hands roam the other’s body.

The dark spirit was fixing to slip his hand into Ryou’s pants when they heard someone cough and clear their throat purposely.

They both stopped and Bakura moved his head to the side to see Yugi and Kaiba standing there.

“Uhh...” was all that came out of the witty tomb-robber’s mouth at the moment.

Ryou turned around, his whole face tomato red. He quickly got up and grabbed his shirt from the floor, trying to turn it right side out again.

Bakura sat up and rolled his shirt down to cover his recently uncovered stomach and chest, still speechless.

“Bloody shirt!” Ryou cursed, throwing the shirt down.

Yugi walked over, picked up the shirt, turned it right side out, and handed it back to Ryou.

“Th-thanks....” Ryou thanked him quietly and slipped on the T-shirt.

“Might wanna get your pants back on too,” Kaiba said, looking off to the side.

“They are on,” Ryou glared at him.

Kaiba looked back over at him, “Yes, but they’re unzipped.”

Ryou looked down to realize that he was right. His head shot up, “Bakura!”

The teenager zipped and buttoned his pants quickly, then looked at Bakura who just grinned at him.

“So, it is true,” Kaiba chuckled, “I’m surprised, Ryou. I mean, he is Bakura.”

Bakura glared at him, “What do you want, rich boy?”

“I was going to help you tow out,” he replied, “but you speak to me in such a tone-”

“Kaiba!” Yugi glared at him, “Just sit down and explain.”

Kaiba looked at Yugi, then nodded. He sat down in an armchair to the side of the couch. Yugi nodded to Ryou who went over to the couch and sat next to Bakura.

“Yugi has updated me on your current situation,” Kaiba spoke calmly, “and I’ve agreed to help until you can get on your feet and get settled. I can get you a one bedroom apartment in a secure location, started out with food and furniture.
“I’ll pay the bills until one of you gets job. Then until you both can cover it completely, I’ll pay for the rest.”

Ryou looked from the floor to Yugi who gave a nod, then to Kaiba who had a dead serious look on his face. The teenager then looked to Bakura, but the spirit was still glaring at Kaiba.

“What’s the catch?” Bakura asked, suddenly.

“Yami,” Ryou said, quietly.


“Kaiba sat bak and smirked, “It’s alright, Ryou. The thief has a right to suspect something.”

Bakura growled and Ryou put a hand on his leg.

“He’s right to because I do ask something in return,” Kaiba looked from Ryou to Bakura, “Bakura, I want you to work for me. You would get paid and I would still be paying Ryou’d living expenses.”

The spirit felt Ryou squeeze his leg. He looked at the teenager, placing a hand atop Ryou’s.

He looked back over to Kaiba after a moment, “What exactly would I be doing?”

“Protecting my lab with my latest inventions in it,” he sat up straight and ran a hand though his dark hair, “I hair you’re also pretty handy with a computer, plus with your thievery experience, I can have you go check on what the competition is working on, if necessary. You’d work nights and know information that could break me.
“So the deal goes both ways, as long as you help me, I’ll help you and Ryou, and vice-versa.”

Kaiba waited a moment, then stood up, “Think about it and get back to me. Yugi has my number.”

At that, he turned and walked out.

“Tell me when you’ve made your decision and I’ll give you his number. I’ll be upstairs,” Yugi said, then went to the stairs.

“Yugi,” Ryou called before he ascended the stairs. Yug stopped and looked over at him.

“Thanks,” the pale teenager said quietly.

Yugi smiled at him, “Good luck.”

He went up the stairs and left the two alone.

Ryou laid his head on Bakura’s shoulder and the spirit pulled him close, so they both felt secure.
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Oh... my.... good..... fucking... God.... That seemed like it took forever to type. Shit, I got 30 minutes to get ready! Ah! Well, I’m off to a local band’s concert.... I forgot who they were... >.<
Well, I need a smoke.
Please, review! Until next time! Toodles!