Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Insert Cool Yu-Gi-Oh! Related Title ❯ Chapter Eight: Phones and Pancakes ( Chapter 8 )

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//Are the yami mentally speaking to their hikari.//
/Are the hikari mentally speaking to their yami./
And Italics are thoughts.

Chapter Eight: Phones and Pancakes

Ryou awoke to the sweet smell of honey and the beautiful sound of harsh cursing.

"Damn it! &%$#! Damned ass piece of…Oh, you wanna stick do you?! I'll show you who's gonna stick! Ha! And that goes for the rest of ya`ll!!"

Hm? Bakura?

Ryou looked around and noticed that he lay in his bed. His hand went directly over his chest where he felt the cool metal of the Sennen Ring still placed around his neck.

"What the hell did I say!? I thought I told you- Oh! Oh! I see how it is! Gotta make me brake out the damned Pam, huh?! Oh, I'll make you regret ever having defied my will!!!"

What on earth is Bakura going on about?!?

Ryou pulled the covers back and gingerly stepped out of bed and walked down the hallway. He followed the long string of cussing into the kitchen, and gasped at the sight he saw. "Ba-Bakura?!?"

"Eh?" Bakura looked up while lowering the spatula he held. "Oh, hey. I made pancakes. They are delicious. You will eat them."

"Uh… Um... OooK." Ryou nodded still slightly surprised and dumbfounded at seeing Bakura cooking. There was a terrible mess all around him. White powder was flung everywhere, like snow. Ryou only hoped it was pancake mix. God, he hoped it was only pancake mix. Egg shells lay on the counter top next to the gallon of milk and a half used butter stick. There were also a few bowls and dirty utensils next to each other, some still containing yellowish batter liquid.

"Here," Bakura said carrying a plate stacked high with irregularly shaped pancakes, some slightly more brown then they aught to be. "Eat."

Ryou looked at the food, dripping with honey. At least he hoped it was honey. "Bakura… I didn't know you could… Cook," he said walking over to the table and taking a seat in front of the plate.

Bakura shrugged. "I can't, but I don't want you to die."

Ryou looked up, suddenly surprised. "I… I'm not going to die, Bakura. Why would you…" Ryou then remembered the night's previous conversation. "Oh…"

"You have to eat. I know you do. I seriously can't even remember the last time you ate anything! You should look at yourself, Ryou. You're so skinny. In a really unnatural way. I mean… Well, it can't be good for you to not eat, and all. I specifically remember you having to eat…" Bakura was just babbling now.

Ryou smiled slightly.

Bakura… He's worried about me? That's…

Ryou felt goose bumps crawl over his flesh and warm him.

That's…

"Thank you. Bakura."

"Huh? Oh… Um… Yeah… Uh… Yeah… Eat," Bakura commanded.

Ryou smiled up at his dark and lifted a piece of soggy pancake to his lips. "Oh!" Ryou stated shocked.

"What?! You're not poisoned are you!? `Cause I tried really hard not to-"

"No! It's delicious! Oh, wow! This is good!!!" Ryou wasn't sure if it was just starvation or if his taste buds were deceiving him, or something, but he shoved piece after piece of the sweet, sticky substance into his mouth. "Oh, gob! Dish ih goob! Mmm!!"

"Whoa! Ryou! Easy!" Bakura poured Ryou a quick glass of milk, spilling a bit in his haste, as he anticipated the small boy chocking.

Ryou took the glass thankfully and gulped it down. "Ah! I didn't even know I was this hungry!" He continued eating. "Buh theh agaih," Ryou swallowed, "I haven't been eating have I? Bakura, I'm not kidding, this is really good!"

"Heh," Bakura nodded. "Of course it is." He sat down next to Ryou at the kitchen table and stared at the boy. The phone rang and Ryou started to get up to answer. "Leave it," Bakura ordered. "It's probably just the school calling again. They called earlier. I explained that you aren't going to school today."

"I'm not?" Ryou looked out the window. "Oh! What time is it!?"

"Afternoon. Around twelve or one. Too late to go to school now anyway," reasoned Bakura still not taking his eyes off of the smaller boy.

Ryou eventually became very aware of this. "What? Do I have something on my face?"

"A little honey," Bakura answered nonchalantly as he touched the side of his mouth lightly.

"Oh…" Ryou put down his fork. "Um… Listen, Bakura… About last night…"

"What did you dream?" Bakura cut in.

Ryou's heart rose a few beats.

What did I dream last night!? I can't remember!! Oh, no! What if it was something about… Oh, no!! What if Bakura saw it!?!

"I… I don't remember. Why? Did… Did you see it? My dream?" Ryou blushed slightly.

Bakura noticed the tinge in color. "No."

Ryou slowly exhaled.

"But I did hear it."

Ryou's heart froze slightly. "H.. Hear it?"

Bakura nodded. "You were smiling, and then you laughed. It looked like you were having a nice dream. I… I was gonna go look at it… But… I didn't want to taint it. I thought my presence might make it… Go away."

Ryou felt hurt.

No, no! Bakura, don't you know!? You are what makes me laugh in my dreams! You are what makes me happy!

Ryou gasped slightly at his own thoughts, turning even more colored.

Am I… Finally admitting that I have feelings for Bakura? I… I mean… Who am I kidding!? I know I do! But… He… I…

Bakura noticed the odd look of strain on Ryou's face.

Odd.

He thought.

My pancakes can't have been that bad.

* * * * * * * * * *

Yugi put down the phone and turned to his group of friends shaking his head.

"Still not answering…" Anzu shook her head. "This can't be good."

"Yeah… I bet it does have something to do with that Ring!" Honda pounded his palm and first together.

"I can't stop worrying," Yugi muttered. "I need to know if he's alright."

"Well, the nurse did say that Ryou looked fine when he left the infirmary. Maybe a little tired, but still OK," Anzu patted Yugi's back.

"I need to make sure! But… I have detention right after school, and I gotta help out Gi-san run the store right after! Maybe… You and Honda could go see if he's OK?! Would you!?" Yugi looked up, eyes glimmering.

"I'm sorry, but I have dance practice today," replied Anzu.

"And I got a date," Honda shrugged knowing that was a rather lame reason. "And she's really hot," he added stupidly.

Yugi nodded. "I know, I know. I just… I'm so worried! Why won't he answer the phone!?!"

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Bakura's eyebrows came together again as the phone rang for yet another time.

Danmed ass contraption! I think I'll kill it as soon as Ryou falls asleep.

Ryou was in bed again, the covers pulled up high, and Bakura sat on the side talking to him.

"Maybe you should just answer?" Ryou suggested.

"No, no. That's what they want you to think," the white haired tomb robber's eyes narrowed with emphasis.

"They? Who's they?" Ryou chuckled, amused at Bakura's mock paranoia.

"You know, They!" Bakura cried out in a loud, eerie voice as he pulled Ryou's covers over himself and literally fell on top of his light, tickling him in the process.

Ryou shrieked and squealed in laughter as he begged Bakura to stop, although he was greatly enjoying himself. "P-please! Ah! Hahaha! Bakura! I can't- I can't breath!! Hehehe-haha, ah! Bakuuuura!"

The older boy stopped and lay resting on top of his gasping light. Ryou loved the feel of him, of his warm body against his. It was nothing like the dreams. This was so much better. Without even thinking his arms wrapped around Bakura's shoulders.

Bakura had his eyes closed, and his head resting on Ryou's chest, listening to his hikari's ever increasing heart rate. The speed, he figured, should have been deceasing, not increasing. He was about to comment on this, when he felt Ryou's arms entangle themselves around his shoulders. It slightly surprised him, if anything. Ryou's heart rate shot through the roof.

Bakura looked up to see Ryou's face and noticed the boy was pink all over and had his eyes closed. "Ryou?" he whispered. "Your heat is beating really fast…"

Ryou, of course, was near freaking out. For the past several days, he'd had nothing but wet dreams about Bakura, and now, here in real life, he held that same boy in his arms, both of them in bed together, one on top of the other, and-

Damn it! Since when did Bakura smell so God damned good!?!

Ryou winced and Bakura could have sworn he heard the boy whimper. "Hey, Ryou?" Bakura called out softly, as he pulled himself up to eye level with the other boy. Unfortunately, a side effect of that was that most of his body brushed up against Ryou's and the smaller boy gasped at the friction. Bakura almost sweat dropped.

Is he..? Oh… Oh! OH!!

"Ryou?! Are you getting turned on?!?!"