Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Amalgamation of the Lonely ❯ Chapter 3

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Yuugi shifted about nervously, glancing for the hundredth time at his watch. “Where *is* he?!” Yami glanced at his hikari and gave a comforting smile, “I swear! He's never been this late before…” the smaller's eyes suddenly widened “Oh gods! What if he's hurt! What if he got mugged! What if-”

 

“Pharaoh, if you don't shut that smurf's mouth right now…” Bakura started, quieting as Yami glared coldly at him, daring the thief to finish his statement.

 

“Kura, please.” Ryou pouted at his darker half, walking up to Yuugi and patting the small boy on the shoulder “I'm sure he's on his way, probably had a last minute thing to take care of.” The pale boy smiled and walked the other over to a nearby game, trying to distract Yuugi while leaving the two dark's alone.

 

/Be good…/ the white-haired hikari reminded over his link, Bakura rolling his eyes and mumbling something about `where's the fun in that'.

 

“So…Pharaoh…” the pale yami drawled, arms crossing over his chest as he leaned against the wall.

 

Yami sighed in exasperation, mirroring Bakura's stance, and staring at him blankly. “So…Baka…” he smirked and chuckled when the other growled, brow raising as a raven-haired boy bounced into the establishment. “Is that…Mokuba?”

 

Bakura glanced over his shoulder and smiled “Yes, yes it most definitely is.” The predatory hunger in his eyes suddenly flashed to life, hair sharpening as he took a quick step toward the small Kaiba brother. “Hello, Mokie…” Yami tried to grab Bakura and keep him from making contact with the child, but failed as the taller had already sauntered over to the boy, raspy voice sending visible chills throughout Mokuba's body.

 

“I…um…” stormy eyes searched frantically for Kaiba, his brother should have been right behind him, how long could he have possibly spoken to Jou?! “Hi…erm…Bakura.” The boy gave the white-haired youth a quivering smile, sighing in relief when Yami stepped up next to Bakura and smiled at him reassuringly. “Hi, Yami!”

 

“Hello, Mokuba. You haven't snuck out, have you?” the once pharaoh smiled, elbowing Bakura back a little. “Kaiba would have our heads for not phoning him immediately.”

 

“Oh! No, Seto knows I'm here, he's right outside, talking to Jou.” The raven-haired boy smiled, both yamis more than surprised.

 

“You mean, civilly?” Bakura scoffed, his smirk widening when Mokuba nodded. “About fucking time! I was beginning to think those two would never-”

 

Yami clamped his hand over the other's mouth, nervously glancing at the small boy before them. “I'm sorry, Mokuba, you shouldn't be listening to such coarse- Ow!” The scarlet-eyed boy snapped his hand from Bakura and examined the slits on his palm and middle finger, red trickling from the deep wounds and pooling in his cupped hand.

 

Bakura snickered as he licked his lips, the faint stain of blood making him purr. “Teach you not to put your filthy hands on me, Pharaoh…”

 

Mokuba watched with wide, frightened eyes as Yami whirled around and faced the white-haired teen, teeth bared as he jumped the taller boy. “Teach you to bite me!”

 

They rolled about on the floor, Yami's slender arms flailing as he tried to land a blow, Bakura giggling maniacally as he dodged every move, eventually pinning the wiry frame of the Pharaoh's body beneath him and chuckling as Yami tried to wriggle and kick free. “Now, what should be your punishment?” Bakura smirked, airily glancing at the small circle of bystanders, two of which were familiar hikaris.

 

“Bakura!!” Ryou looked horrified, soft brown eyes narrowing as he glared at his dark, Yuugi right beside him, absolutely distraught at the scene. “Let him go this instant!” small fists planted themselves at Ryou's slender hips, his yami only laughing loudly.

 

“Not until he receives his punishment.” Bakura grinned, snapping his teeth in Yami's face.

 

“I'm going to tear every strand of hair from your body and replace them with searing hot needles.” Bakura rolled his eyes at Yami's threat, glancing back at the two lights and narrowing his eyes in suspicion because they were giggling and whispering.

 

“Kiss him.” Yuugi stated flatly, devious smile painted across his small face.

 

“You have to be fucking kidding me!” Bakura choked, Yami protesting with wild thrashing beneath him.

 

“Aibou! You-”

 

“Kiss him or you both have to kiss Kaiba!” Ryou smirked, the impish look suiting him almost too perfectly. Yuugi giggled as he watched a faint streak of red cross Yami's nose, the small hikari was well aware of the scarlet-eyed youth's `secret crush'.

 

“And why the hell do I have to be punished for their idiotic display?” the icy tone stole all their attentions, Kaiba glowering at the small group.

 

“You're quite safe, Kaiba.” The pale hikari smiled “Kura would rather screw Yami senseless than kiss you. I personally don't know why.” Ryou blushed as he finished his sentence, the heat on his cheeks intensifying as the others, save for Kaiba whose brow only quirked in question, giggled.

 

\Seems you're not the only one with a Kaiba crush, Yami.\ Yuugi giggled over their link, his dark throwing him a shocked look. \What? You really thought I didn't know? Please, you only dream about the guy twice a night…sometimes I wish our link wasn't so open.\ The small hikari proved his point by sending a quick excerpt of one of Yami's dreams, the dark blushing inwardly while apologizing.

 

“Ok.” Everyone looked at Bakura, thoughtful expression on his face as he glanced between Ryou and Kaiba. “I'll kiss Pharaoh if Kaiba agrees to have dinner with Bunny.” They all went silent for a moment, said hikari blushing furiously and not daring to look at the CEO.

 

/Kuuuuraaaa!!/

 

//What? I'm getting you a date.//

 

Ryou was silent for a moment /B-but…why?/ He sounded sad, did Bakura want him gone so soon?

 

//I don't like seeing you alone.//

 

/It's only been a few hours!/

 

//And I don't like it, you're hurt because you're alone, and even though I wouldn't mind watching Kaiba scream in agony, he's the only one available that could provide you everything you deserve. Just give it a chance…please, Tenshi?//

 

Ryou sighed, quickly glancing at Kaiba through the corner of his eyes, trailing up the slender, richly dressed form. /He is…um…/ he flushed again as Bakura chuckled reassuringly across their link.

 

“Well?” dark brown regarded Kaiba coolly; he wouldn't force the CEO because that wouldn't be good for Ryou if Kaiba only agreed because he was threatened.

 

All eyes turned to the tall youth, who was surprisingly thinking the offer over. Ryou was the most normal from the odd group, polite, shy, pretty, the thought of `what would life be like with Ryou' had crossed Kaiba's mind more than once, and it hadn't been very displeasing. Azure looked Ryou over appreciatively, Bakura's eyes narrowing just slightly, the possessiveness that still lingered in his mind overtaking him for a moment before he blinked it away. “Alright.” Kaiba nodded, looking at Bakura and then back at Ryou. “I'll have dinner with Ryou.” The white-haired boy nearly squeaked in delight, large smile dominating his pale face. “But…” the happiness wavered, the pale hikari ready for something disappointing. “Bakura has to kiss Yami like he means it.” The white yami glared, turning back to the Pharaoh and reminding himself it was for Ryou. “You too, Yami.”

 

“Great, just Ra freakin' great.” Yami scowled. He had realized the two pale youths were no longer together from the moment they had walked into the arcade. Ryou wasn't clinging to Bakura and gazing lovingly at him, they were detached and seemed slightly stiff around the other, unsure just how much they could do without seeming as though they were still together, and yet trying too hard where their effort resulted in obvious awkwardness. And while kissing Bakura was about the sickest torture anyone could put him through, Yami suppressed the need to shove the taller off of him because he felt just as badly for Ryou as though he were his own hikari.

 

“Don't worry, Yami. Just pretend he's me.” Yuugi smiled.

 

\Or a speedo wearing Kaiba.\

 

\\AIBOU!!\\ Yuugi burst into a fit of giggles at the extreme embarrassment his yami was brimming with, it was, after all, one of Yami's many dream scenarios.

 

“And you pretend it's…um…” Ryou thought for a moment.

 

/Who's the better kisser? Marik or Malik?/

 

//Don't ever tell them, but definitely Marik, he's got domination issues.//

 

/I don't need to know this…/

 

“Marik then.” Ryou nodded, slightly pained that his dark had answered so quickly and enthusiastically.

 

“Seto!…” Mokuba tried to fight his brother's actions as Kaiba covered the smaller's eyes.

 

“You are not watching them make out, don't need you turning into a voyeur.”

 

“Yeah, one in the family is enough, right Moneybags?” Jou came up beside Kaiba smirking, having gone to the arcade's washroom to avoid walking in with the CEO.

 

“Jounouchi!!” Yuugi cried out happily as he all but tackled his best friend. “You've had me worried, I thought-Oh Ra! What happened!?” the small boy gasped, tears rising in his eyes as he lightly fingered the bandage on the blonde's face.

 

“Oh, um, nothing Yug, don't worry about it.” He gave his friend a smile, internally flinching at yet another lie.

 

“But-”

 

“The clumsy mutt tripped on the sidewalk and scraped his face, I took him to the vet and they fixed him up.” Kaiba interrupted dryly, knowing Mokuba had seen Jou with the cut and hoped the stormy-eyed boy would say nothing. The raven-haired child smiled to himself, knowing all too well Kaiba rarely lied for those he didn't care about. Yuugi blinked in mild confusion, Jou staring dumbstruck before being nudged by Mokuba who grinned with assurance. “Can we get on with this?” Kaiba cut into the silence, motioning toward Bakura and Yami, who unthankfully glared at him.

 

“Stupid prick…” Bakura muttered, looking at Yami and wrinkling his nose. “Hope you used mouthwash, Pharaoh.”

 

“I can already tell you didn't.”

 

Bakura opened his mouth to bite back at the other's words. “Enough!” they grudgingly fell silent at Kaiba's exasperation. “Just kiss the hell out of each other already!”

 

Yami pouted and Bakura sighed heavily, rolling his dark eyes and leaning toward the tricolor haired youth. “Would you close your freakin' eyes!” Bakura snapped.

 

“I want to make sure your mouth doesn't get any ideas!”

 

“Oh please! If anyone is gonna be asking for more it's going to be you!” With that, Bakura closed the distance between them and kissed Yami fiercely. Releasing the smaller's pinned wrists, Bakura grabbed Yami's collar and kept him in place, lips crushed against each other as he began to knead his hip against the Pharaoh. Startled by the sudden action, the scarlet-eyed youth gasped, earning him a smirk from the thief as he pried Yami's lips apart and forced his tongue in, striking against the Pharaoh's own and entangling them in a desperate duel. Everyone stared wide-eyed as the two seemingly forgot about their audience, Bakura nipping at the now swollen lips and causing Yami to moan appreciatively.

 

The frenzied actions were halted with the interruption of a throaty chuckle, Bakura froze and pulled back from the well-dazed Yami and bowed his head as the sound of full blown, psychotic laughter filled the air.

 

“Did you just see that, Pretty?”

 

“Mmhm, I did.”

 

Bakura knew he would never live this one down.

 

“Kurakura and the Pharaoh?” Marik snickered, crouching down and meeting the pale dark's gaze. “Who would have thought!” Another fit of broken laughter tore through the Egyptian yami's throat, slender fingers dancing over Yami's chin. “You like it, Pharaoh? Kurakura has a very talented mouth, don't you agree?”

 

Malik gasped and smacked his dark upside the head, glaring at him and darting his eyes in Ryou's direction.

 

“It…it's alright, Malik…I know.” The air became very sullen as everyone now realized why Bakura had acted so out of character and allowed his hikari to go out without him. “A-and I'm ok with it! Really.” Ryou smiled, lips twitching slightly as he tried to keep himself from crying.

 

“Ah! Excellent!” Marik grinned and quickly attached himself to Bakura, causing the smaller dark to reel back and fall while still caught in the Egyptian's kiss.

 

“Marik!” Malik glared, “Baka! You're so insensitive!” his dark glared coldly at him even as the boy went over to Ryou and looked at the ground shamefully. “I…I know-”

 

“No, really, it's ok.” Ryou nodded and smiled again, this time successful in hiding the hurt. “I want him happy…and you two…” he choked for a moment, biting his lip, feeling a tear run down his cheek “Make him happy…”

 

Bakura felt his heart crush with guilt, shoving Marik away, he quickly wrapped his arms around his light and cooed softly to settle the boy down. Marik narrowed his eyes, slivers of violet brimming with madness as he took a step toward the two white haired youths, stopped when he felt a soft, dark hand settle on his arm. Malik looked up at him pleadingly, gentle lavender soothing the dark somewhat so he allowed himself to be tugged toward the door.

 

“We're going home, Kurakura, feel free to join us.” Marik smirked, running his tongue over sharpened teeth and bursting with giddy laughter as Malik swore at him and yanked him out the arcade.

 

“Ryou, are you ok?” Yuugi had helped Yami stand up again, the dark still slightly out of it. The brown-eyed hikari sniffled softly and nodded his head, clearly embarrassed as he smiled sheepishly and gently broke away from his yami. “Alright, well, it's nearly time for dinner, and I promised Grandpa I'd be home early today, he's going out of town tonight.” The small duelist laced his fingers with Yami's and gave his fellow light a quick, comforting hug before smiling and heading toward the door. “Hope you're date goes well, Ryou!” Yuugi giggled “You too, Kaiba!”

 

Jou, who had fallen quite silent for much of his time there, suddenly awoke and stared at the CEO and British boy. They had a date?! Something inside the blond lurched with pain and he hung his head while heading toward the door after Yami and Yuugi left. Everyone, everyone but him had someone…even Kaiba! He shut his hazel eyes tightly and willed the tears away, he had practiced swallowing his feelings enough times to do it seamlessly.

 

“Jou!” the shrill voice caught the blonde's attention and he stopped, hand on the door as he looked back and smiled at the stormy eyes looking up at him. “I…I'm sorry…”

 

The blond gave the small boy a lopsided grin “Sorry for what?” he ruffled the mop of black hair. Mokuba's eyes darted toward Kaiba, who was giving Ryou details about what time their dinner would be and to not worry about dressing up too much, Jou quickly shutting his eyes and looking back at the small youth.

 

“I don't know what you're talkin' about, kiddo.” Jounouchi gave the boy another smile and turned to leave.

 

“Jou…” Mokuba held the tall boy's hand and tugged him back. “Since…well, since Kaiba'll be leaving me alone today, you want to have dinner at my house?” the steel colored eyes looked up hopefully, the blond laughing lightly and nodding his head, after all, where else could he go?

 

“Sure thing.” Jou grinned and ruffled the mess of black hair again “Though, just ta get things straight, I'm a bit old for ya.”

 

Mokuba giggled and wrinkled his nose “Says who?” hearing Seto finish with Ryou, the boy quickly winked at the blond and tugged Jou toward the older Kaiba. “Seto…” Jou followed obediently, and quite confused, as the brunette nodded a good-bye to Ryou and took his little brother's hand, brow raising when he noticed who was also attached to the young boy.

 

“Mokuba, you're going to get rabies playing with stray puppies.” Kaiba half scolded, smirking at the blonde's low growl.

 

“Can Jou come over for dinner?” the small boy quickly recognized the rising objection “Please?! Otherwise I'll be all alone…and I don't want to be alone.” Stormy eyes filled with tears on cue, lower lip quivering as the younger put all his practice on the line.

 

“Mokuba, I-” Kaiba was drowned as his little brother's sniffles tore through his heart, melting the ever present ice barrier. Sighing in defeat, the elder half heartily glared at Jou and gave the blond a curt nod. “Fine, but I want that house in one piece when I get back.”

 

Jounouchi grinned appreciatively at the taller and nodded vigorously. “Ya don't have to worry about a thing, Kaiba.” The blond was careful not to insult the CEO and even tipped his head politely, waving good-bye to Ryou as he shuffled past them with Bakura close behind, the yami narrowing his eyes at the hazel eyed boy suspiciously.

 

“You need a ride home, Pup?” Kaiba slid past Jou, holding the door open for Mokuba and the blond.

 

Fidgeting from the awkwardness, Jou avoided both set of eyes “Oh…no, I'll-”

 

“Jou, you can come home with us!” Mokuba giggled and tugged his friend along, Kaiba audibly growling behind them. “Right, Seto?” the small boy pouted once more, blinking and smiling when the elder looked away and pulled out his phone, calling for two limos. “Two?”

 

“One is for you,” Kaiba motioned to the two behind him “the other is for me, I need to enter the other side of the mansion and get back out quickly for…”

 

The blond nearly smiled, rarely seeing the brunette flustered, this was interesting indeed. “For Ryou?” the brunette gave a slight nod, looking down the street for their approaching rides.

 

After a few moments of awkward silence, the sleek bodies of the limos pulled up, stiff motions of the drivers unnoticed by the two brothers. “I want you in bed on time, Mokuba.” The smaller smiled broadly “Mokuba…” giggling, the raven-haired boy pulled Jou into their ride without answering. “And I expect you out of my house when I come back, Mutt.”

 

“Aw, Seto!” Mokuba popped out of the moon-roof, propped on his elbows and balancing himself as best he could. “Can't he stay? We have more than enough rooms! Plea-”

 

“Enough!” Kaiba held his head and half entered the limo. “Fine, he can stay, but if I find a single strand of dog fur, or if we come down with a flea infestation, it's the last time, got it?”

 

“Jee, way to give me credit, Kaiba.” Jou appeared beside Mokuba and grinned, waving as the vehicle smoothly drove ahead.

 

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