Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Lost and Found ❯ Lost and Found 2 ( Chapter 2 )

HEY!!!! It's actually an update!! T'is currently four thirty in the morning when I suddenly decided to get cracking on this chapter! I'd like to thank all of those that decided to put in the extra effort of reviewing. I think I got about 5 or 6 for this story…and that's a lot….for me anyway.

Someone told me that I should raise the rating to R but I don't think I will. It was only that one part and it would seem rather hypocritical of me as I am only 13.

I really don't know where this story is going as I never plan them out, so let's just see what I come up with.

Disclaimer: Everything you see here is from the imagination of a 13 year old girl exposed to too much shounen-ai and yaoi. I'm sure Yugi/Pharaoh hooks up with Anzu in the manga but if I owned it, things defiantly would be different. Oh, I know everyone in fanfics are always OOC, but Bakura and Ryou are probably more than a little OOC.

CHAPTER 2!

The sun's rays filtered through the gap of the curtains, and into the room. The light found its way to the face of one of the occupants in the bed, announcing the new day. Ryou Bakura's brown eyes fluttered open, before glancing at the clock and promptly fluttering shut.

`Good thing it's the holidays. Now I can sleep in a while longer. I wonder what to do today.'

He turned his head and nuzzled the thing that seemed to be providing him with such comfort and warmth. Ryou's eyes suddenly open wide. The thing that he was cuddling had turned into a chest.

`Who could it be? I'm sure I didn't invite anyone over and Yami never brings people here……..Yami?'

Ryou's eyes traveled upwards, searching for a face of whom he'd recognize. As Ryou tried to move his head up, he could feel something burrow into his hair. He blushed slightly and his eyes continued their hunt. Knowing that he wouldn't be able to see the person's face, his eyes rested on a tuft of white hair that most definitely wasn't his. Only one person had similar hair to him that would be sharing his bed.

`I've got my arms around his waist and I'm nuzzling his chest. He's got his face in my hair, his arms around my waist and he's holding me closer then he'd usually allow. It's a good thing I wasn't stupid enough to scream or do something to wake him. He's never been this close to me and he's defiantly never held me.'

Ryou decided to milk this for all its worth and fell asleep in the arms of the man he had given his heart to.

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When Ryou woke up for the second time, he wasn't surprised to find that the bed was empty.

`Maybe it was all just a dream. It'd seem so out of character for Yami to be holding me.'

Even if it was a dream, Ryou decided to treasure the moment for his entire life. After his musing, he decided to get out of bed and have a shower. He gathered up his towel and clothes that he needed and headed for the bathroom. Thinking Bakura was in the living room; he opened the bathroom door and came face-to-face with a freshly washed Bakura. (How many of you saw that one coming?)

The room was covered in steam from the recent shower, creating a hazy effect. Bakura had a towel around his waist and his hair was matted down because it was still wet. He was holding his t-shirt in one hand, as though he was intending to put it on. Ryou could see the water drops slowly sliding down the sinewy looking skin. Down, from his neck, to his chest, to his stomach, and his-

"Baka Yadonushi! Can you not see that I'm still in the middle of changing!?" Bakura shouted to the gawking Ryou.

Ryou blushed. "Gomen nassai Yami." He bowed once and scurried out of the room.

After about ten minutes, Bakura finally exited. Ryou looked up from the book he was reading and stared.

Bakura was wearing tight, black, jeans with a black button up top with short sleeves. His hair was dry and as spiky as usual, while his eyes were more defined. Ryou was sure he was wearing black kohl and he couldn't help but think how hot his yami looked.

"Stop your day dreaming, Yadonushi, and go have your shower!"

Ryou was jolted out of his thoughts and he gathered up the things he needed, heading towards the bathroom once again. On his way past Bakura, he caught a whiff his scent. It sent a shiver through his body and he shut the door, careful to leave it unlocked. Ryou turned on the shower and began to undress. He stepped into the scolding hot water, before jumping, yelping, and then turning the water temperature down. He stood under the water and began to wash his body. After that (I'll let you use your imaginations ^.~) he began to wash his hair. If there was one thing he liked about his body body, it would be Ryou's hair. He picked out the vanilla and cinnamon shampoo and began to massage it into his scalp. As he did this, his musings of Bakura returned. (Dum dum duuuuum. Haku: You're ruining the story! Be quiet and continue!) He finished up with his shower and stepped out. He began to get dressed.

While Ryou was in the shower, Bakura had decided to watch some TV. There was nothing to watch and, while he was channel surfing, his thoughts wandered back the Ryou.

`Hnn…My little yadonushi seems to like my body. Heh, he seems to like it a lot. But what does he think of my personality? He can't just be attracted to my body can he? No, this is Yadonushi we're talking about. He isn't shallow enough to go for looks alone. If he does like me, he'd like ALL of me and not just my body. Unlike some people. Malik, Mariku I hate you both! I cannot believe I gave my heart to you, Malik! And what do you do with it? Rip it out and stab it a thousand times!'

By now, all of Bakura's bitter and resentful thoughts had taken over him and he had begun to cry. He made no sound but tears were flowing down from his, now softened, brown eyes. The eyeliner he had put on began to run down his face, but he made no effort to try and stop the tears. What was the point? The bitterness and resentment was going to consume him if he ignored it.

Bakura's head suddenly flew up at the sound of a door opening and the sound of soft footsteps padding down to the laundry. Bakura seized the box of tissues that was conveniently on the table and dried up his tears. After making sure his face was free of tears and makeup, he was back to channel surfing like nothing had happened.

While Ryou was getting dressed, he suddenly felt anger, then bitterness, then misery flow through him. After a few seconds, when the shock had worn down, Ryou had realized the feelings were from Bakura again. Ryou felt such sympathy for Bakura that he had shed a few tears for him.

After getting changed, he gathered his dirty clothes and went to dump them in the laundry. After he had started up the washing machine, Ryou decided to go and have some breakfast. As he walked through the living room, to get to the kitchen, Ryou cast a curious look at his, seemingly normal, yami. Slightly confused, Ryou grabbed the kettle and filled it with water and switched it on.

While the water began to boil, Ryou decided to see what was in the fridge to eat. He found last night's pastries in there and suddenly remembered about the Bakura's burger and his half-eaten one still in the oven.

`I don't really feel like eating that burger this morning.'

Ryou decided on eating another cream puff with a cup of tea, now that the water had boiled.

`But what of Yami?'

"Yami! Do you want anything to eat?"

"No, Yadonushi. I'm not feeling hungry."

"But you must eat something. What about a hot drink?"

"No, Yadonushi. I don't feel like anything."

"Please Yami? You didn't eat anything last night either. At least have something to drink."

"Fine, fine. Just a black coffee."

"Okay, Yami."

Ryou began to make his tea and Bakura's coffee.

`I'll give him a chocolate croissant and see if he'll eat it. I know he can't resist chocolate.'

So Ryou held one cup of black coffee in one hand, and a plate with a croissant in the other, and set it down on the coffee table for Bakura.

"Here, Yami. Enjoy it."

"Hnn."

While Ryou was walking back into the kitchen for his own breakfast, Bakura glanced at him and felt his jaw drop.

Ryou's hair was still slightly wet and he was wearing a tight, white t-shirt with some tight fitting, light, blue jeans.

`I guess I seem to like Yadonushi's body a lot too. I wonder why he chose these clothes instead of his usual sweater and pants. Maybe he's testing me too! It doesn't seem possible though. I'd know if my little Yadonushi was being devious and he is defiantly not the devious type. I think I'll ask him.'

"Yadonushi!"

"Yes, Yami?"

"Come here for a moment!"

A few seconds later Ryou came walking in with a cup of tea in his hand.

"What is it?"

"Why are you wearing those clothes?"

Ryou blinked and tilted his head to the side in confusion, before answering Bakura's question.

"Ano…I couldn't find any other clothes because I haven't been able to do the laundry for the past two weeks."

`It seems a logical answer as I haven't seen Yadonushi doing the laundry for a while.'

"Fine then."

Ryou shot Bakura a confused look, before returning to the kitchen. On his way out, Bakura was sure Ryou was swaying his hips for the sake of testing him. It didn't really help that Bakura's eyes were glued to Ryou's ass.

Okie. I've decided to leave it there. Sorry if this chapter sucks. I thought it sucked. It's too rambly. IM me on MSN at xryoubakura @ hotmail.com ( take out the spaces ) Hopefully, I'll continue this story…or hand it over to Pork Steak the Grand(e) again..-.- ^^;; Hopefully I don't!!....Unless this sucks….Anywho…thank you to the reviewers again and hopefully there'll be more! ( Not that I'm expecting any )

Cheerio!