Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ A TwoPair Of Brown Eyes ❯ Kiss My Perky British Ass ( Chapter 5 )
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By: Kawaii Chibi Kitty Angel 
Bakura takes some 'liberty' with Ryou's belongings...
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Romance / Comedy | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 05.09.2004 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 225 | Status: Completed
Bakura takes some 'liberty' with Ryou's belongings...
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Romance / Comedy | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 05.09.2004 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 225 | Status: Completed
Kawaii Chibi Kitty Angel: Yayyayyayyayyayyay!!! New chappie! Sorry I took so long.... >-< My computer complete broke with viruses and shit.
Bakura: ^_^
Kawaii Chibi Kitty Angel: >_> You haven't been grabbing Ryou's ass again have you, Bakura?
Bakura: ^____________^
Kawaii Chibi Kitty Angel: O_OU Okaaay...
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Chapter 4: Kiss My Perky British Ass!
I stride into the hallway of the Kame Gameshop, groaning. Why must they be such fucking MORONS? Jesus...
After Tea fainted, the entire room burst into a fit of babbling. They milled around like lost ducks, some went over to Tea to see if she'd wake up, and some... well, some just did some pretty weird stuff.
Freaks.
Wait a sec.. who am I to call THEM freaks?
At this moment, I bump into something. Looking up from the ground, I see a taller version of the panicking midget in the living room.
"Hey, Yami." I say coolly, and attempt to step around him.
He moves to stop me. Impudent bastard! "Hey... I never knew you were a girl."
I can't help but freeze, and give him a wary look. His voice sounds... different. Less indifferent- deeper. "So?" I ask him defensively.
Before I know what's happening, I feel a pair of arms wrap tightly around my waist and pull me close. The jerk! What does he think he's doing? As far as I'm concerned, I am Bakura's, and his only.
Besides- I don't date shorter men.
He just smirks. "You're a very pretty girl, don't you know that, Ryou?"
I stiffen. "You chauvinistic pig..." I growl, "You think you can hit on me just because you suddenly found out I'm a girl?"
He just grins. "Why not?"
That.. that... ASSHOLE! I'm not a feminist, I really ain't, but that JERK is just beyond me! If he wants a fucktoy so bad, why doesn't he just use Yugi?
Drawing back my right hand, I slap him hard across the face. I can feel his surprise- yes, FEEL it- and the lossening of his arms around my waist. Tearing away, I bolt out the door.
Take that, you fucking royal asshole!
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I arrive home, drenched with the rain the suddenly decided to emerge as I left. Goody. Goody.
I can hear- even from out here- Bakura blasting some radio station through the house. Turning the doorknob, I step into my warm- and blessedly dry- home.
I have NEVER been happier to see my house.
Bakura's nowhere to be seen, so I stray into the kitchen, looking for him. "Bakura?" I call out.
"Mmmf?" I can hear him- and yes, there he is, sitting on a kitchen stool. He's leaning against the counter, and his mouth is full of what looks to be pastry.
Damn- that's actually cute.
In a disperportionately large swallow, Bakura sends the load of pastry down his throat, and grins at me innocently. Okay- what's he done?
"Hey, Ryou", he says smoothly, "Whatchu been up to?"
I glare at him, turn on my heel, and storm up the stairs.
I realllly need to change my clothes.
Walking in to my room, wetter then the ocean, and probably smelling like a dog, I fling open my wardrobe.
I blink.
And blink again.
"BAKURA!!!!!" I shriek.
He's filled my wardrobe with clothes, true-
but I don't wear that kind of stuff!
Is that a thong?
Jesus Christ...
My wardrbe now is filled with tiny scraps of fabric adequate for poledancers- and yes, there's no sign of my normal stuff. Bras are littering the floor of the closet- hey, how'd he know my cupsize?
"Yes, hikari?" Bakura's standing inthe doorway, grinning like the complete and total bastard that he is. That fuckard- he actually thinks this is funny!
"Bakura..." I say quietly, glaring at him from beneath my bangs, "How old do you want to be when you die?"
His grin widens. "Older than you, at the very least."
He's already older than me- can I kill him now? I could try, and maim him a bit, but, chances are, he'd kill me first.
Damn him.
I could still try, couldn't I?
...But I won't.
I'm not a coward, I'm a 'survivalist'.
Staring into his sexy crimson orbs defiantly, I utter one simple sentance. "Kiss my perky british ass, asshole." And at those words, I push him out of the way and stalk out of my bedroom.
And him, being the annoying bastard that he is, decides to follow me.
Of course.
"Hey, Ryou? Aren't you going to get changed?"
I stop, staring at him in utter disbelief. He's teasing me? Bakura, teasing ME? Resist the urge to slap him like I slapped Yami, I stare angrily at the wall. "Fuck. You."
"I really think you should change, hikari..." He says sweetly.
And about three seconds after he says it, I hear the soft 'shink' of metal against cloth, and feel my shirt- AND the wrappings beneath- peeling away from my skin.
Gasping and holding the remenants of what was once a shirt against my naked chest, I glare at Bakura over my shoulder.
The bastard cut my shirt at the back from top to bottom, AND the sleeves!
"Much better.." He purrs, and slaps the wide flat of his opened switchblade against my still-clothed ass. I jump in surprise at the cold metal- can you blame me?- and nearly drop my shirt.
Leaning close to me, he whispers in my ear. "Do I have to cut them off too?"
I take the hint, walk into my room, and lock the door.
But, no matter how weird I am, there is no way I'm going to grab randomly from THAT pile.
Sorting through, I find a reasonably covering halter top- white silk, wow- and a black denim mini.
Hey, they're the most covering of what I can see! And I'm not sure I want to see what's below the top layer...
Bakura must've had a field day with this- especially the bras.
Sorting through THEM, the everconstricting, evil of womankind (other then men), I find a suitably plain white one with clear straps.
And now, ladies and gentlemen, for the first time outside of a bathroom, miss Ryou Bakura will remove her bindings. Lean forward in your seats boys! This a first time thing!
I slump my hands at my sides, allowing the well-worn, many times washed white bandages to fall around my feet.
Along with my shirt...
Taking the bra, I strap it on. And, strangely enough, it fits!
But it's FUCKING UNCOMFORTABLE!!
Curse underwire!
It takes me about a second to pull the mini up over my slender, curving hips, but much longer for me to process exactly how much thigh I'm showing.
Bakura- You suck. You really, REALLY suck.
//Like your clothes?// I hear from inside my head.
/No./ I say bluntly.
His laughter echoes in my head.
Quickly slipping on the halter top, I gulp as I realize that it's straining against my small breasts, and only goes halfway down my torso.
Bakura's going to molest me.
...Not that I probably wouldn't enjoy it...
I wince. BADBADBAD!! THAT'S NOT A GOOD THING!
Groaning at my own perverted insanity, I gently unlock the door.
That's strange...
Bakura's not there.
Going out cautiously, I walk down the stairs to the family room- a.k.a- the TV room, as dubbed by Bakura- and, speak of the devil, he's sitting on the couch, chewing on an evidently used straw.
"Bakura?"
He turns quickly to look at me.
I watch in emberassment as the straw in his mouth drops to the ground, and his eyes go wide. "Holy shit..." He whispers in an awed voice.
Awed?
Armaggedon- Ragnarock- Judgement Day- Whatever you call it!- has finally come, ladies and gentlemen.
The amazingly sexy tombrobber, the king of theives, Bakura, my Yami, is awed by his weakling girly- hey, I am a girl!-
HIKARI.
Before I can continue my mental tirade, Bakura purses his lips together and gives me a fox whistle. Blushing crimson, I glare at him angrily. /Yami!/ I scream in indignity.
//Me-ow...//
I stare at him for a moment.
and another moment.
/BAKURA?!/
//Yeah?//
/Did you just- just-/
//Meow?// He asks bemusedly.
/Ya.../
//Yes- and I meant it, Ryou. You look SEXXXXY...//
It had to be now that this song started playing, didn't it? It HAD to?
~~~
I知 too sexy for my love too sexy for my love
Love痴 going to leave me
~~~
I said I turned into a beet when he was pinning me?
~~~
I知 too sexy for my shirt too sexy for my shirt
So sexy it hurts
And I知 too sexy for Milan too sexy for Milan
New York and Japan
~~~
Wellll... I think I just turned into a 18th century deep purple drape.
Bakura rises from the couch, eyeing me.
~~~
And I知 too sexy for your party
Too sexy for your party
No way I知 disco dancing
~~~
Oh boy...
~~~
I知 a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I do my little turn on the catwalk
~~~
He licks his lips seductively...
~~~
I知 too sexy for my car too sexy for my car
Too sexy by far
And I知 too sexy for my hat
Too sexy for my hat what do you think about that
~~~
I step back as he gets closer, going an even deeper red- if that's possible. A light shiver of panick lances through my spine at the realization that I'm backed against a wall, but before I can dodge away, I find him inches from me.
With tantalizing grace, he snakes his arms around my waist, and pulls me closer, so that our bodies are flat against each other's.
~~~
I知 a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I shake my little touche on the catwalk
~~~
"B- Bakura?!" I say nervously as his face brushes mine. Suggestively smirking, he flicks his tongue out and licks the tip of my nose.
This is definately weird- royally weird. I probably shouldn't be enjoying this, should I?
~~~
I知 too sexy for my too sexy for my too sexy for my...
~~~
His eyes have closed into soft, longlashed lines, and his lips are inches from mine.
~~~
舛os I知 a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I shake my little touche on the catwalk
~~~
...And drifting closer.
~~~
I知 too sexy for my cat too sexy for my cat
Poor pussy poor pussy cat
I知 too sexy for my love too sexy for my love
Love痴 going to leave me
~~~
Um- Help?
______________________
Bakura: OO
Kawaii Chibi Kitty Angel: Looooooong chapter! ^-^ I finally updated! Aren't you all so proud of me? (I SO had to put this song in!)
Bakura: OO ...
Bakura: ^_^
Kawaii Chibi Kitty Angel: >_> You haven't been grabbing Ryou's ass again have you, Bakura?
Bakura: ^____________^
Kawaii Chibi Kitty Angel: O_OU Okaaay...
_________________________
Chapter 4: Kiss My Perky British Ass!
I stride into the hallway of the Kame Gameshop, groaning. Why must they be such fucking MORONS? Jesus...
After Tea fainted, the entire room burst into a fit of babbling. They milled around like lost ducks, some went over to Tea to see if she'd wake up, and some... well, some just did some pretty weird stuff.
Freaks.
Wait a sec.. who am I to call THEM freaks?
At this moment, I bump into something. Looking up from the ground, I see a taller version of the panicking midget in the living room.
"Hey, Yami." I say coolly, and attempt to step around him.
He moves to stop me. Impudent bastard! "Hey... I never knew you were a girl."
I can't help but freeze, and give him a wary look. His voice sounds... different. Less indifferent- deeper. "So?" I ask him defensively.
Before I know what's happening, I feel a pair of arms wrap tightly around my waist and pull me close. The jerk! What does he think he's doing? As far as I'm concerned, I am Bakura's, and his only.
Besides- I don't date shorter men.
He just smirks. "You're a very pretty girl, don't you know that, Ryou?"
I stiffen. "You chauvinistic pig..." I growl, "You think you can hit on me just because you suddenly found out I'm a girl?"
He just grins. "Why not?"
That.. that... ASSHOLE! I'm not a feminist, I really ain't, but that JERK is just beyond me! If he wants a fucktoy so bad, why doesn't he just use Yugi?
Drawing back my right hand, I slap him hard across the face. I can feel his surprise- yes, FEEL it- and the lossening of his arms around my waist. Tearing away, I bolt out the door.
Take that, you fucking royal asshole!
_____________________
I arrive home, drenched with the rain the suddenly decided to emerge as I left. Goody. Goody.
I can hear- even from out here- Bakura blasting some radio station through the house. Turning the doorknob, I step into my warm- and blessedly dry- home.
I have NEVER been happier to see my house.
Bakura's nowhere to be seen, so I stray into the kitchen, looking for him. "Bakura?" I call out.
"Mmmf?" I can hear him- and yes, there he is, sitting on a kitchen stool. He's leaning against the counter, and his mouth is full of what looks to be pastry.
Damn- that's actually cute.
In a disperportionately large swallow, Bakura sends the load of pastry down his throat, and grins at me innocently. Okay- what's he done?
"Hey, Ryou", he says smoothly, "Whatchu been up to?"
I glare at him, turn on my heel, and storm up the stairs.
I realllly need to change my clothes.
Walking in to my room, wetter then the ocean, and probably smelling like a dog, I fling open my wardrobe.
I blink.
And blink again.
"BAKURA!!!!!" I shriek.
He's filled my wardrobe with clothes, true-
but I don't wear that kind of stuff!
Is that a thong?
Jesus Christ...
My wardrbe now is filled with tiny scraps of fabric adequate for poledancers- and yes, there's no sign of my normal stuff. Bras are littering the floor of the closet- hey, how'd he know my cupsize?
"Yes, hikari?" Bakura's standing inthe doorway, grinning like the complete and total bastard that he is. That fuckard- he actually thinks this is funny!
"Bakura..." I say quietly, glaring at him from beneath my bangs, "How old do you want to be when you die?"
His grin widens. "Older than you, at the very least."
He's already older than me- can I kill him now? I could try, and maim him a bit, but, chances are, he'd kill me first.
Damn him.
I could still try, couldn't I?
...But I won't.
I'm not a coward, I'm a 'survivalist'.
Staring into his sexy crimson orbs defiantly, I utter one simple sentance. "Kiss my perky british ass, asshole." And at those words, I push him out of the way and stalk out of my bedroom.
And him, being the annoying bastard that he is, decides to follow me.
Of course.
"Hey, Ryou? Aren't you going to get changed?"
I stop, staring at him in utter disbelief. He's teasing me? Bakura, teasing ME? Resist the urge to slap him like I slapped Yami, I stare angrily at the wall. "Fuck. You."
"I really think you should change, hikari..." He says sweetly.
And about three seconds after he says it, I hear the soft 'shink' of metal against cloth, and feel my shirt- AND the wrappings beneath- peeling away from my skin.
Gasping and holding the remenants of what was once a shirt against my naked chest, I glare at Bakura over my shoulder.
The bastard cut my shirt at the back from top to bottom, AND the sleeves!
"Much better.." He purrs, and slaps the wide flat of his opened switchblade against my still-clothed ass. I jump in surprise at the cold metal- can you blame me?- and nearly drop my shirt.
Leaning close to me, he whispers in my ear. "Do I have to cut them off too?"
I take the hint, walk into my room, and lock the door.
But, no matter how weird I am, there is no way I'm going to grab randomly from THAT pile.
Sorting through, I find a reasonably covering halter top- white silk, wow- and a black denim mini.
Hey, they're the most covering of what I can see! And I'm not sure I want to see what's below the top layer...
Bakura must've had a field day with this- especially the bras.
Sorting through THEM, the everconstricting, evil of womankind (other then men), I find a suitably plain white one with clear straps.
And now, ladies and gentlemen, for the first time outside of a bathroom, miss Ryou Bakura will remove her bindings. Lean forward in your seats boys! This a first time thing!
I slump my hands at my sides, allowing the well-worn, many times washed white bandages to fall around my feet.
Along with my shirt...
Taking the bra, I strap it on. And, strangely enough, it fits!
But it's FUCKING UNCOMFORTABLE!!
Curse underwire!
It takes me about a second to pull the mini up over my slender, curving hips, but much longer for me to process exactly how much thigh I'm showing.
Bakura- You suck. You really, REALLY suck.
//Like your clothes?// I hear from inside my head.
/No./ I say bluntly.
His laughter echoes in my head.
Quickly slipping on the halter top, I gulp as I realize that it's straining against my small breasts, and only goes halfway down my torso.
Bakura's going to molest me.
...Not that I probably wouldn't enjoy it...
I wince. BADBADBAD!! THAT'S NOT A GOOD THING!
Groaning at my own perverted insanity, I gently unlock the door.
That's strange...
Bakura's not there.
Going out cautiously, I walk down the stairs to the family room- a.k.a- the TV room, as dubbed by Bakura- and, speak of the devil, he's sitting on the couch, chewing on an evidently used straw.
"Bakura?"
He turns quickly to look at me.
I watch in emberassment as the straw in his mouth drops to the ground, and his eyes go wide. "Holy shit..." He whispers in an awed voice.
Awed?
Armaggedon- Ragnarock- Judgement Day- Whatever you call it!- has finally come, ladies and gentlemen.
The amazingly sexy tombrobber, the king of theives, Bakura, my Yami, is awed by his weakling girly- hey, I am a girl!-
HIKARI.
Before I can continue my mental tirade, Bakura purses his lips together and gives me a fox whistle. Blushing crimson, I glare at him angrily. /Yami!/ I scream in indignity.
//Me-ow...//
I stare at him for a moment.
and another moment.
/BAKURA?!/
//Yeah?//
/Did you just- just-/
//Meow?// He asks bemusedly.
/Ya.../
//Yes- and I meant it, Ryou. You look SEXXXXY...//
It had to be now that this song started playing, didn't it? It HAD to?
~~~
I知 too sexy for my love too sexy for my love
Love痴 going to leave me
~~~
I said I turned into a beet when he was pinning me?
~~~
I知 too sexy for my shirt too sexy for my shirt
So sexy it hurts
And I知 too sexy for Milan too sexy for Milan
New York and Japan
~~~
Wellll... I think I just turned into a 18th century deep purple drape.
Bakura rises from the couch, eyeing me.
~~~
And I知 too sexy for your party
Too sexy for your party
No way I知 disco dancing
~~~
Oh boy...
~~~
I知 a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I do my little turn on the catwalk
~~~
He licks his lips seductively...
~~~
I知 too sexy for my car too sexy for my car
Too sexy by far
And I知 too sexy for my hat
Too sexy for my hat what do you think about that
~~~
I step back as he gets closer, going an even deeper red- if that's possible. A light shiver of panick lances through my spine at the realization that I'm backed against a wall, but before I can dodge away, I find him inches from me.
With tantalizing grace, he snakes his arms around my waist, and pulls me closer, so that our bodies are flat against each other's.
~~~
I知 a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I shake my little touche on the catwalk
~~~
"B- Bakura?!" I say nervously as his face brushes mine. Suggestively smirking, he flicks his tongue out and licks the tip of my nose.
This is definately weird- royally weird. I probably shouldn't be enjoying this, should I?
~~~
I知 too sexy for my too sexy for my too sexy for my...
~~~
His eyes have closed into soft, longlashed lines, and his lips are inches from mine.
~~~
舛os I知 a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I shake my little touche on the catwalk
~~~
...And drifting closer.
~~~
I知 too sexy for my cat too sexy for my cat
Poor pussy poor pussy cat
I知 too sexy for my love too sexy for my love
Love痴 going to leave me
~~~
Um- Help?
______________________
Bakura: OO
Kawaii Chibi Kitty Angel: Looooooong chapter! ^-^ I finally updated! Aren't you all so proud of me? (I SO had to put this song in!)
Bakura: OO ...