Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ I Love You, I Love You Not ❯ Throwing books at Yami Bakura is not a smart thing to do ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

A/N: I'm so horrible. I can't believe I'm starting a new fic. I have two to finish and both of them have at least five more chapters to go probably more. This is what I get for making up an angsty story in the middle of the night. That's how the other two got started. Will I ever learn? Well, on with the story. Please R&R.=^.^=

One more thing, I don't know how old Yuugi is so I'm just putting him in the math class I'm in. It's probably a year or two too old for him but right now I can't remember a thing from geometry or algebra so Algebra 3-4 it is. In case you want to know, while matrices were incredibly difficult for me I did eventually get them. Go me!

Slamming my math book closed I let out a frustrated growl and glared at it in furry. It wasn't the book that made me mad, it was the math. I just could not get matrices. In my opinion, they're sent straight from hell.

A deep chuckle drew me out of my musings and I glanced up to see Bakura laughing at me. The audacity, he would be just as frustrated if he had to learn this, he probably knows nothing about math. My glaring seemed to just intensify his amusement and he was now rolling on the ground in laughter.

" Oh Yuugi," he managed after almost a minute of hysterics, "If only you knew how hilarious you look when glaring. You do it worse than Ryou!"

That was just too much. How dare he say I glared worse than Ryou! Doing the first reasonable thing that came to mind I threw my math book at his head, hitting him with surprising accuracy. That stopped his laughter. My triumph was short lived however as I realized what an incredibly stupid thing, throwing a ten pound book (A.N: I swear that's how heavy it is.) at somebody who could kill you faster then you can say math and who also had the extra advantage of knowing all your ticklish spots was.

In the time it took my mind to process this he was already on me. It seemed even with my surprise attack he was still quicker to process things. Being stronger and faster than me Bakura already had me pinned to the ground and had started his torture instantly.

My first instinct was to curl up in the tiniest ball I could. It didn't work. Having experience in getting the upper hand Bakura has expertly thwarted any escape from his fingers by using his body weight to pin my abdomen and wrapping one long fingered hand around both my wrists and holding them there.

Screeching like a wild thing I nonetheless tried to get out from under him. When this tactic didn't work I went as limp as I could beneath him and waited for my chance. I didn't have to wait long, as soon as hi neck came into stinking range I reared as far as I could and bit him, hard.

Screaming like a dying animal he leaped about two feet in the air before landing a fair distance from me and clamping a hand over his wound. I, of course, had to laugh. Now it was his turn too get and indignant look. I reveled in it.

Leaning my head against the edge of the couch I looked over his leather-clad form, wondering if I should ask him the questions that had been nagging at me for some time now. Deciding that it wouldn't really hurt anything I plunged ahead.

"Bakura?"

"Yes?"

"Do you love me?"

"No, do you/"

"No."

Silence.

"Bakura?"

"Yes?"

"Will you go out with me?"

"Why?"

"I'm in love with my Yami."

More silence.

"Sure."

TBC

A/N: So how was it? Did you love it? Hate it? Didn't feel any particular emotion towards it? Please tell me. If you do maybe I'll even write more. Or maybe I won't. Depends if people like it or not. Please review; even flame if you want to. I love flames. They make me laugh. My goal is for people to feel emotions towards my stories. Somebody once told me my story made them cry, another said they loved it, and another hated it, all were some of the greatest compliments I've ever gotten. So please review.=^.^=