Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ A TwoPair Of Brown Eyes ❯ He did WHAT?! ( Chapter 6 )
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By: Kawaii Chibi Kitty Angel 
Bakura gets a little TOO friendly... and Ryou decides to show a little spunk.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Romance / Comedy | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 05.09.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 950 | Visits: 217 | Status: Completed
Bakura gets a little TOO friendly... and Ryou decides to show a little spunk.
Anime/Manga: Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Romance / Comedy | Type: Songfic | Uploaded On: 05.09.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 950 | Visits: 217 | Status: Completed
Bakura: That was quick...
Kawaii Chibi Kitty Angel: I'm making up for taking so long last time, okay?
Bakura: -_- I think you just have too much time on your hands..
Kawaii Chibi Kitty Angel: >_> Bakura....
Bakura: ...
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Chapter 5: He did WHAT?!
OhmyGodohmyGodOHMYGOD!!! He's getting waaaaay too close! helphelphelp-
//Ryou?// I feel his breath on my face, and open one tightly closed eye to see that he's got a strange look on his face, and-
He's sniffing my clothes?
What the FUCK?!
"Uh- yeah?" I ask nervously, gulping.
"You smell like the baka-pharoah..." He says, this time out loud.
I blink in confusion, then nearly burst out laughing. Yami, even being the perverted bastard his, just saved my ass!
//Yes, Ryou, your nice, perky ass.// Comes Bakura's sarcastic remark, causing me to blush and glare at him.
/Yami!/
//Why is he a perverted bastard, Ryou- what did he do?// His voice is persuasive- wheedling, almost. The sort of soft voice that sends little shivers down your spine and distracts you.
//HE DID WHAT?!//
And I think I just dropped my mental guard....
Crap.
"Y-yami?" Tentative- can you blame me?
He growls. "I WILL get him! No one touches my hikari but me!", he exclaims, but then, in a softer voice, "But first..."
He draws me near again, and I can feel my sweat trickle down my cheek. What the hell?! One minute he's determined to kill Yami Yugi, the next he's back to seducing me!
I call it:
Changeable agenda. A wonderful thing if you're not on the receiving end.
Lips mere inches from mine, eyes half closed- again- he nuzzles his nose against my cheek.
"Bakura- I really don't think we should-"
EEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!
He pushes me into a searing, aggressive kiss, biting down on my bottom lip. his lips are plush, loving, incredibly sexy...
WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!?! Bakura, you bakayarou, you have no right!! You- you- unsexy bastard!!
So what if it's a lie? I am sooo tempted to say that!
...I seriously think my brain's stopped functioning...
And that's why I'm not screaming my head off.
I slump in his arms, submissive, knowing that I couldn't fight him off if I tried. However, as he pushes his tongue between my lips hungrily, I give one final defense.
I bite down.
HARD.
Bakura yowls and pulls back, cradling a hand over his mouth. Shooting me a vengeful glare, he stumbles back a few steps, and dashes out of the room.
High on adrenelin as I am, I make the stupid mistake of shooting after him.
"Hah! Beaten by a girl, bakayarou!"
And at this, I stomp upstairs.
Sucker...
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Lying on my bed- again- listening to music- again- with my eyes closed, I feel strangely satisfied.
...That is, if you discount my bruised and slightly bloody lips.
And my torn shirt- the one that's lying on a chair in the corner of the room...
Other then that- yeah, I'm peachy!
//Ryou?//
Okay- maybe I'm not peachy...
//Ryou??//
Okay- I'm definately not peachy.
//RYOU!//
/WHAT!?/ I scream mentally. Arrrggg... I want to strangle Bakura right now! If it weren't for him, I would be dressed as a guy, everyone would believe I was a guy, and I would be comfortable and not BLEEDING!
I feel the side of my bed dip down with weight, and my eyes flash open.
"Boo." Bakura sitting on the edge of my mattress, watching me with intent crimson eyes. The corners of his pale lips are twitching with mirth, and, all at once, I realize something.
Me, the supreme queen of all nerds, the most intelligent gal in school, has somehow not realized that A huge tear has gone up the side of my skirt, showing my thighs.
No wonder it felt windy...
Squeaking, I jump up, shove Bakura out of my room, and strip off the skirt. Thinking again, I strip off the rest of my clothes, too.
Bastard! he probably knew all along! I bet he did....
Growling to myself, I decide to change into my pajamas. Hey, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT? It's ten o'clock!
I wonder if Bakura bought any sleepwear?
Scratch that- STOLE any sleepwear.
....
Oh yes- he did. VERY much so.
Except- that's not pajamas.
That's fucking LINGERIE.
Thin, satiny things that only go to mid-thigh?
Definately Bakura's style.
...I should force him to wear one.
Snorting at my own idea, I shrug and pull on the closest one.
It's very short- come on, it barely covers me!- with spaggetti <Sp?> straps and a low bust line. It's made of silver satin, and is trimmed with gold lace.
I grin to myself.
Pretty.
And absolutely PERFECT to get back at Bakura with.
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Kawaii Chibi Kitty Angel: I'm making up for taking so long last time, okay?
Bakura: -_- I think you just have too much time on your hands..
Kawaii Chibi Kitty Angel: >_> Bakura....
Bakura: ...
___________________
Chapter 5: He did WHAT?!
OhmyGodohmyGodOHMYGOD!!! He's getting waaaaay too close! helphelphelp-
//Ryou?// I feel his breath on my face, and open one tightly closed eye to see that he's got a strange look on his face, and-
He's sniffing my clothes?
What the FUCK?!
"Uh- yeah?" I ask nervously, gulping.
"You smell like the baka-pharoah..." He says, this time out loud.
I blink in confusion, then nearly burst out laughing. Yami, even being the perverted bastard his, just saved my ass!
//Yes, Ryou, your nice, perky ass.// Comes Bakura's sarcastic remark, causing me to blush and glare at him.
/Yami!/
//Why is he a perverted bastard, Ryou- what did he do?// His voice is persuasive- wheedling, almost. The sort of soft voice that sends little shivers down your spine and distracts you.
//HE DID WHAT?!//
And I think I just dropped my mental guard....
Crap.
"Y-yami?" Tentative- can you blame me?
He growls. "I WILL get him! No one touches my hikari but me!", he exclaims, but then, in a softer voice, "But first..."
He draws me near again, and I can feel my sweat trickle down my cheek. What the hell?! One minute he's determined to kill Yami Yugi, the next he's back to seducing me!
I call it:
Changeable agenda. A wonderful thing if you're not on the receiving end.
Lips mere inches from mine, eyes half closed- again- he nuzzles his nose against my cheek.
"Bakura- I really don't think we should-"
EEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!
He pushes me into a searing, aggressive kiss, biting down on my bottom lip. his lips are plush, loving, incredibly sexy...
WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!?! Bakura, you bakayarou, you have no right!! You- you- unsexy bastard!!
So what if it's a lie? I am sooo tempted to say that!
...I seriously think my brain's stopped functioning...
And that's why I'm not screaming my head off.
I slump in his arms, submissive, knowing that I couldn't fight him off if I tried. However, as he pushes his tongue between my lips hungrily, I give one final defense.
I bite down.
HARD.
Bakura yowls and pulls back, cradling a hand over his mouth. Shooting me a vengeful glare, he stumbles back a few steps, and dashes out of the room.
High on adrenelin as I am, I make the stupid mistake of shooting after him.
"Hah! Beaten by a girl, bakayarou!"
And at this, I stomp upstairs.
Sucker...
____________________
Lying on my bed- again- listening to music- again- with my eyes closed, I feel strangely satisfied.
...That is, if you discount my bruised and slightly bloody lips.
And my torn shirt- the one that's lying on a chair in the corner of the room...
Other then that- yeah, I'm peachy!
//Ryou?//
Okay- maybe I'm not peachy...
//Ryou??//
Okay- I'm definately not peachy.
//RYOU!//
/WHAT!?/ I scream mentally. Arrrggg... I want to strangle Bakura right now! If it weren't for him, I would be dressed as a guy, everyone would believe I was a guy, and I would be comfortable and not BLEEDING!
I feel the side of my bed dip down with weight, and my eyes flash open.
"Boo." Bakura sitting on the edge of my mattress, watching me with intent crimson eyes. The corners of his pale lips are twitching with mirth, and, all at once, I realize something.
Me, the supreme queen of all nerds, the most intelligent gal in school, has somehow not realized that A huge tear has gone up the side of my skirt, showing my thighs.
No wonder it felt windy...
Squeaking, I jump up, shove Bakura out of my room, and strip off the skirt. Thinking again, I strip off the rest of my clothes, too.
Bastard! he probably knew all along! I bet he did....
Growling to myself, I decide to change into my pajamas. Hey, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT? It's ten o'clock!
I wonder if Bakura bought any sleepwear?
Scratch that- STOLE any sleepwear.
....
Oh yes- he did. VERY much so.
Except- that's not pajamas.
That's fucking LINGERIE.
Thin, satiny things that only go to mid-thigh?
Definately Bakura's style.
...I should force him to wear one.
Snorting at my own idea, I shrug and pull on the closest one.
It's very short- come on, it barely covers me!- with spaggetti <Sp?> straps and a low bust line. It's made of silver satin, and is trimmed with gold lace.
I grin to myself.
Pretty.
And absolutely PERFECT to get back at Bakura with.
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