Surprises

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Wow, it’s been some time since I’ve updated, hasn’t it. I’m sorry!
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Chapter 7 - Morning After Equals Fucked Up Confusion

Ryou blinked his eyes open and looked around. Where? He remembered, he was in Bakura’s room. So, if he was in Bakura’s room, that meant that everything that had happened the night before was real. It had all really happened. That meant his house was in shambles and.... he had slept with his yami.... numerous times.

“Oh, my God!” he shot up, his fingers white for he was gripping the covers so tightly.

He heard a grumble next to him and his head shot over to the side. There was Bakura tangled up in the covers next to him, asleep. The yami turned over, facing away from the man.

Ryou pulled the covers off of himself and placed his feet on the floor. He then realized he was naked and he looked around for his clothes. No clothes were to be found, so he just got up and went to the bedroom door. He walked out and closed it quietly.

He turned around and sighed as he looked at the walls. He turned away and went to his room. Grabbing some clothes out of his dresser, he headed for the bathroom for a shower.

Everything and anything from the night before was running through his mind. How did everything come to what it had and was he really that drunk to sleep with his yami? Apparently he was. He still couldn’t believe half the things his mind told him that had happened.

He closed the door and sat his clothes on the counter. He paused in front of the mirror and his eyes widened. His eyes were red and his hair was plastered to his head. It wasn’t quite silver, but had blotched of yellow and red in it.

“What the fuck is that?” he thought aloud, picking at the hardened locks of hair.

He sighed and went over to the tub, turning on the water. He changed the flow of water to shower and stepped in, letting the warm water run down his sore body. He grabbed the shampoo and emptied about half the bottom onto his head and scrubbed at his hair roughly.

The thought of Malik ran through his mind and he felt tears sting at his eyes. He stepped under the water and ran his hands though his hair and let the water wash the tears down the drain. What had he done to deserve that? He had been true to the person who he thought he was meant to be with and Malik had repaid him by jumping into bed with someone else.

He didn’t understand it. Drunk or not, you know in the back of your mind that you’re cheating. And Malik had just seen him not 20 minutes before. When Ryou had saw Malik, the Egyptian didn’t seem all that drunk. In fact, he seemed well in control of himself.

‘Maybe that’s why I jumped into bed with Bakura so easily and fast,’ Ryou thought as he grabbed the soap and a washrag, ‘I wonder what Bakura thinks.... He probably thinks we’re together now. Shit, what should I tell him? This is all too weird. And too damn complicated.’

The man sighed and grabbed a washrag and the soap. He rubbed the soap into rag until soap suds were formed. He sat the bar of soap down and began to wash his body with gentle caresses. His muscles ached and his head had a slight throbbing in it.

Stepping under the flow of water again, he let it wash over him, washing off the soap and soothing his body to some extent. He turned the water knobs and the water stopped flowing, only dipping down the excess. He shoved the shower curtain to the side and stepped out of the tub, going over to the cabinets and grabbing a towel out. He swung the towel around his body and began drying off.

After drying, the towel dropped to the floor and Ryou slipped on his clothes; a simple white t-shirt and a pair of faded black jeans. Before exiting the bathroom, he ran a brush through his hair and tied it back in a ponytail.

“Hmmm... I wonder how much it’ll cost to get this fixed.....” he mused as he walked down the hall, looking at the walls on either side of him.

He stopped at the top of the stairs and gaped down at the living room. It was totally clean. The trash was picked up, the furniture was back in place, the destroyed electrons were replaced, and it looked as if it had been vacuumed.

“Bakura....?” Ryou questioned, then shook his head, ‘No way. Bakura would never clean. What the hell happened last night?!’

He turned around and headed back to the yami’s room. He stepped into the room and went over to the side of the bed and shook the former tomb-raider lightly.

“Go the fuck away,” Bakura grumbled in a hoarse voice and turned over, covering his eyes with his arm.

“Bakura?” Ryou stared down at him.

“What do you want?” the yami growled in a dangerous tone, not moving from his spot.

“Did... uh... did you clean the living room?” he asked in a shy voice.

“We cleaned the whole goddamned house,” Bakura growled, pulling the covers over his head, “Now go the fuck away, you annoying little prick. You make my head hurt more than it already does.”

Ryou followed the spirit’s order and left before the hungover yami ripped his head off. As he walked out of the room and closed the door, quietly, he wondered about how Bakura had said “we.” Who the hell was “we”? Did Ryou help him clean and not know it?

‘Well, I guess, it doesn’t really matter who helped him,’ Ryou thought as he descended the stairs, ‘At least the place is clean.’

He walked over to the stereo and grabbed the CD case that was on top of it off and flipped through the CDs. He pulled out the Aenima album by Tool. He placed it in the stereo and put it at the low volume, not wanting to disturb Bakura for fear of his life.

“Stinkfist” began to play softly as the man walked into the kitchen and searched for something to cook for himself. He went through th cabinets and saw that the liquor was completely gone. He chuckled to himself as he went on with his search.

In one cabinet was a few packets of ramen. The thought that Bakura liked that, particularly when he didn’t feel well, crossed Ryou’s mind.

Ryou shrugged and grabbed two packs of beef flavor, tossing them down atop the counter. He quickly scrubbed a dirty pot clean and poured some water into it, starting it boil. He crushed up the dry noodles in the packet and opened it, taking out the flavor and setting it down.

Ryou got around the kitchen, pondering. What was good for aiding a hangover? Ramen, a glass of iced tea, and a joint. At least according to Bakura. Well, it had to work, because it always got the grumpy spirit out of bed and up and about. And that was a damn hard thing to accomplish.

The water in the pot on the stove started to boil so Ryou dumped in the noodles and stirred them around. His mind wondered again back to the party the night before. He still couldn’t believe all the shit that had gone down.

His eyes widened suddenly as he looked over at the table and remembered the threesome on top of it. He stared at the table in shock and nearly screamed, “Oh, my God!”

His thoughts were shattered when he heard the front door open and slam shut. Oh, God, who could that be? Like the thought had summoned him, Marik walked in the kitchen and grinned at Ryou.

“Hey! I see you survived last night,” the Egyptian smirked and walked over to the refrigerator, “You have any booze left?”

“No,” Ryou replied and the refrigerator door slammed closed with a curse. The man grabbed a bowl out of the cabinet and pulled the soft noodles in it, then ripped open the flavor packet, pouring it in. He stirred the flavor in and then went over to the fridge, passing Marik who was searching through the cabinets for mixed liquor, and grabbed a pitcher of tea out.

“Marik, there’s no more alcohol in the house, so stop looking,” Ryou spoke as he busied himself preparing Bakura’s ‘cure for a hangover.’ He poured a glassful of the tea, then got out a tray and set everything on it.

He headed out into the living room and up the stairs to the yami’s room. His mind thought ahead of if it was a good idea of going back into his room after how Bakura had spoken to him earlier. But he had to be grateful, Ryou was bringing him food!

Balancing the tray with one hand, he reached for the door knob and opened the door, pushing the door open with his foot slowly. He peered into the room toward the bed and saw the spirit in the same exact position he was in when Ryou left before. He walked in and sat the tray down on the nightstand, then opened the top drawer to pull out a joint and lighter. Digging a little more, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and tossed them next to the joint and lighter.

Ryou stood back and stared at the sleeping form, thinking over how to wake him up. If he shook him, the spirit would likely rip him apart... literally. Loud music wouldn’t wake him or any loud noise for that matter. If the man threw cold water on him, Ryou would likely have to be ready to run for dear life.

“I know!” Ryou exclaimed, grabbing the joint on the lighter.

‘I hope he doesn’t hurt me for using some of his weed,’ he thought briefly, then sparked the joint up, taking in a large hit. He leaned down and pulled the cover from over the spirit’s face and let the sidestream of the joint smoke flow directly into the yami’s nose. Ryou then blew his hit down into Bakura’s face, slowly.

Chocolate eyes cracked open and a hand came up and snatched the joint from Ryou’s hand, bringing it to the pale lips. Bakura inhaled deeply and opened his eyes fully to stare up at his hikari.

His nose moved slightly as he sniffed the air for a moment. He smelled something under the smoke. He turned his head and looked at the steaming bowl of soup on his nightstand. Ooo, Ramen!

Letting out the hit, he placed his hand on the mattress and sat up, scooting and leaning back against the headboard. He paused for a moment to get used to the pressure that seemed to pound in on his head. He glanced over at Ryou who was grabbing the tray and sitting down on the bed next to him, holding the tray in his lap.

“Bakura, I made you some ramen,” Ryou said, quietly, handing over the tray, “Oh... and Marik’s here.”

“What?!” Bakura nearly shrieked, staring at Ryou with wide eyes, “Close and lock that fucking door!” he hissed, pointing to his bedroom door, “Now!”

Ryou ran to the door and closed it, locking it quickly after. He looked over at Bakura, slightly alarmed to see the former tomb-raider slurping up ramen into his mouth. Letting out a slight chuckle and shaking his head, Ryou walked back over from the door to the bed, taking a seat on the foot of the bed, leaning against a large bedpost.

He watched Bakura smoke on the joint some more, then take a few mouthfuls of noodles. His mind began to wonder as he stared at his counterpart. He wondered if Bakura thought they were together now. Ryou didn’t want him thinking that, but he had brought the spirit food.

‘Shit,’ Ryou cursed himself, ‘Why didn’t I think about that. He probably thinks I’m being nice to him because I want to be with him and he’s eating it and... oh, God.’

His mind went a thousand miles a minute. What was he supposed to do? He couldn’t just tell Bakura he didn’t want to be with him. That would make the yami feel rejected and if he felt like that, no telling what he would do.

Meanwhile, Bakura was having his own overwhelming thoughts. His mind raced as he continued to eat the ramen. He didn’t know really what he wanted to do.

‘Ryou,’ Bakura thought, making sure their link was closed, ‘How do you feel? You bring me food.... and a cure hangover meal at that. Shit, he wants me. Damn! I was afraid this would happen.’

He finished the soup and sat the tray back on his nightstand, grabbing the glass of tea off of it and taking a sip. He glanced at Ryou who glanced at him, then they both looked away quickly, staring at the floor with a slight blush on each of their cheeks. Talk about awkward moments....

“So this is where you ended up last night while I was stuck at Isis’s!” Marik exclaimed as he kicked the door open with all his strength, the locks flying off across the room, “You bastard.”

Bakura rolled his eyes and leaned back against the headboard, muttering, “I need some stronger locks.... and a new door....”

“Ooo, joint!” Marik jumped onto the bed, next to Bakura, and snatched the roach from the former tomb-raider’s hand, taking a hit.

“Hey, you sonva bitch!” Bakura smacked the Egyptian hard enough on the head to kill all his brain cells if he had any, and snatched the roach back, “Don’t fuck with my morning dope!”

Ryou sighed as he watched the two start to squabble, then start to fist fight, then start to make out. He stood up and shook his head, then made his way out of the room and down the hall, as far away as he could get from the sounds.

He went down the stairs and walked over to the stereo which was currently “Forty Six and 2", the fifth song on the album. He cranked up the music and glanced up at the stairs.


“Well, nothing’s changed, I was worrying over nothing,” Ryou smirked to himself and sat down with a joint that he had jacked out of Bakura’s drawer, sparking it up.
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