Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Flat Mates ❯ Shopping with a Maniac ( Chapter 5 )

 

[Ryou's POV]

 

Bakura grabbed me and pulled me out of the door. I managed to lock it behind me before he snatched my hand and dragged me away. Wait-my hand?

He seemed to notice too, letting go like it was diseased and contagious. What a nice guy.

 

I didn't have a car, so we took a bus. Bakura squeezed next to me, careful to cause me as much discomfort as he could. I don't know why, but I'm used to this already.

 

A few minutes later, he spoke.

“Let's play Corners!” He exclaimed, an evil tinge to his voice. I don't think I like the sound of this game.

 

“What is…Corners?” I asked, suspiciously.

 

“You don't know Corners!?” He seemed so shocked. “It's a game you play when in a vehicle. I'm sure you'll love it…” He looked maliciously at me. Oh great.

“So what happens is, whenever there is a corner, you let the force take you…Let me demonstrate!!”

 

The bus turned a corner, and all of a sudden, he swung into me. I slammed into the window, feeling somewhat like a squashed fly must. I don't think I can ever swat a fly again.

 

He got off me. I could breathe again!

“Wasn't that fun!?” He shouted, peeling me off the window.

Not exactly the first word that came to mind.

 

The rest of the bus trip was worse, he slammed harder every time. Even when it should've been my turn to swing into him. But, what should I expect? I think I know Bakura well enough by now to figure that this was normal behavior.

 

 

Unfortunately, it only got worse. As soon as we arrived in the shopping centre, he dragged me into the nearest clothing store, then started chucking clothes for me to catch, supposedly. When the pile in my arms grew too high for me to see over, he guided me to a changing room.

 

It was only when I put the clothes down that I realized that he was undressing. He noticed me looking, meeting my gaze. “What are you looking at? I'm afraid your body will never be this manly…”

 

I snorted. He was a weird one. I was about to turn and leave when he grabbed my shoulder, and shoved some clothes into me.

 

“Try these on, pretty-boy”

 

I looked at my pre-chosen garments. They weren't too bad. Apart from-

“What in all of God's nations is THIS?” I asked, glaring at Bakura. I held up some kind of white, lacey thing. It seemed like some kind of top.

 

He smirked at me. Bastard.

Bakura advanced slowly. Oh, no. He's going to do something strange again, isn't he?

 

All of a sudden he pinned my arms straight up above my head, against the wall. He put his face so close I could see very faint freckles littered on his cheeks.

 

I sighed. “Must you always act like I'm you're boyfriend? It's getting tedious” …Maybe not yelling will stop him torturing me?

 

He grinned. “You think I have some kind of crush on you, Ryou-chan?” He enquired, leaning closer.

“Do you want to know if I do, then?”

 

This could be interesting…

 

“I'll tell you…” He started “…if you put on that top for me” He grinned and let go of me. I stared at him, but he only smiled as he leaned back, patiently awaiting my next move.
“Well?”

 

On one hand, I could go through with it and find out once and for all if he liked me back. But on the other, that would be giving in to him and his mind games.

 

Curiosity took over, and I traded my shirt for the lacey white one.

 

I looked to the mirror on the wall of the dressing room. I looked like some kind of idiot. This was women's lingerie! Ew. The lacey material was scratchy….itchy. Yuck. Glad I'm not a woman.

 

Bakura started laughing. I flushed deep red. This stupid top was too tight. I pulled at it, looking with disgust at how it looked. I could see Bakura killing himself with laughter through the mirror.

 

Soon he stopped, looked up at me through the mirror. He gave me a twisted grin.
“You make a very sexy girl, Ryou…”

 

I ignored him, quickly stripping it off, and casting it to the floor. Before I could put on my shirt again Bakura stopped me.

 

“You don't look that bad as a guy either. One day I might have to kiss you, you know”

 

I raised my brow. “Like I'd let you”. I put on my shirt. He grabbed the pile of clothes, taking them out of the dressing room.

 

“I don't think you'd have much choice”

 

Bakura walked up to the counter, dumping the clothes down. It woke the sleeping sales attendant. She hastily straightened up, and began scanning the barcodes.

 

When she had finished, Bakura fished my wallet out of his pocket to get out some money.

 

Wait-MY WALLET!?

 

I tackled it off him, and we rolled for it. He was too strong, but luckily momentum was on my side. But soon he had me pinned, his hair hanging above my face.

 

-BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP-

 

An incessant beeping sound shrilled from the shop. Me and Bakura looked around, and noticed we had rolled out of the shop. We got up, and I realized that one of the shirts was hanging off my foot. Oh, crappi.

 

 

There ya go! There will be some prison time in my next one! Haha! Poor Ryou, Bakura sure is ruining his life at the mo'. Anyhow, I have some jelly waiting for me! Better wrap this up!

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