Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Potholes in Tokyo ❯ Napkin Holders, a title that has nothing to do with the chapter ( Chapter 5 )

Potholes in Tokyo

This chapter dedicated to the wonderful author and reviewer, Ryuujitsu! Details at the bottom.

Chapter Five - Napkin Holders

It was three days later, and Yami had just received a call on his cell phone. He pulled it out of his pocket, pushed the TALK button, and said, "Moshi moshi."

"Yami…"

"Ryou? What are you doing, calling me?"

"I need your help, Yami…"

"With Bakura…?"

"I guess you heard, then."

"Just bits and pieces. Bakura's practically been locked in his room ever since that call."

"Yes, he…he hung up on me."

"I heard something about a date with Seto Kaiba?"

Ryou sighed. "It's not a date; he's having a business meeting with some conglomerates at a restaurant and he asked me to come. He said I'd get paid for it, so I agreed. And now Bakura won't talk to me."

"Why does Seto want you to be there in the first place?"

"Oh, I don't know! I doesn't really matter, does it!?"

Yami could tell that Ryou was trying to yell, but not succeeding because he probably hadn't ever raised his voice before. "Are you all right, Ryou?"

"I'm so sorry, Yami…I didn't mean to snap at you…I'm just…"

"Look, I don't care if you snap at me or not; you're allowed to feel anger sometimes, and I'd say now is a good time."

"Oh, but what am I supposed to do? I mean…I love Bakura! I can't stand not being in contact with him! He usually calls me every night, and he hasn't even talked to me since then!..." Sobbing. "I just…I feel so lost…"

"Maybe you should get Kaiba to talk to him about it? After all, Kaiba obviously favors you; he'd probably do you a favor just this once."

"But what if Bakura tried to beat him up? I mean…Bakura's never liked him before, and now he must hate him…"

"Hmmm…" Yami considered all of this. "Which restaurant are you going to?"

*~*

"C'mon, Bakura…you need to get out and do something before things start growing on you," Yami said through the closed door of the cook's room.

"What's the point?"

"It's very unattractive to have algae on you?"

"Hn."

"I DEMAND THAT YOU COME OUT OF THERE AT ONCE!"

"Who says so?"

Yami thought for a moment. "THE PHAROAH!"

"Who cares about him? I never listened to him before; why start now?"

Yami, at this point became angry at his cook. He decided to kick the door down, using his punky sexy boots. Door successfully torn off its hinges, a puzzled Yami stormed in the room. He hadn't thought that would actually work. But anyway. He grabbed Bakura's arm and began dragging him down the stairs.

Seeing that Bakura was moving to bite his hand off, Yami decided to give him a warning: "You do that and I'll send my armies after you! And I have a lot of armies!"

AN: Insert corny joke:

Q: Where does the king keep his armies?

A: In his sleevies!

AN: Back to the story.

"ANZU!" Yami yelled.

Anzu was still PO'd at Yami because of the Marker incident, but came down the stairs to see him anyway. "What do you want?" She asked angrily, hands on hips.

"DRIVE ME SOMEWHERE!"

"Do it yourself, bakayaro!" She stomped back to her room to continue making sexually explicit phone calls to Uncle Ingrid, Jr. (AKA sexy pizza man from Chapter Two).

"Hmph. That did not go well. Yuugi!"

"Hello, Yami," he said, not looking up from his coloring book.

"Yuugi, get dressed!"

"But I am dressed! Do I look naked to you?"

"Ahem." Yami sweat-dropped. "We are going out to eat. We are taking Bakura with us. I doubt one would go out wearing Dark Magician pajamas. Unless you would like to, and then it would be you going out wearing Dark Magician pajamas."

Yuugi looked puzzled for a second before saying, "O.K., I'll go change!"

To pass the time, Yami dragged Bakura into the limo and locked him in. He was glad he'd had child safety locks installed, or Bakura would've been able to escape. But alas for Baku, for not even the mightiest tomb robber could stand up to child safety locks!

Yami practiced various, "Mwahahah!" laughs, staring in at his captive. Bakura made faces at him through the window, and also graced him with a few very creative obscene hand gestures.

"Yamiiiii!"

"Yes?"

"Ta-da!" Yuugi was wearing a suit that made him look like a sexy mini-butler. He was wearing a Dark Magician tie.

"Schnazzy," Bakura muttered dully, in an imitation of the snuffalufagus-looking shower from the Flintstones movie.

"Where are we going, Yamiiii?" Yuugi asked as he climbed into the front seat. Yami was too busy scooting his chair forward to answer at the moment.

When he was finally able to reach the pedals, he turned to Yuugi and said, (BUM BUM BUM!) "A restaurant."

"Oh. How very descriptive."

*~*

The restaurant was very fancy. It was, in fact, so fancy that the menus did not have prices in them, for fear that the patrons might die of heart attack upon seeing the amount of yen a fish egg costs. Yami, being a VIP, was able to get a seat near where Ryou had said they'd be sitting. Yami pushed Bakura into a seat where he would be able to see Ryou and Kaiba when they finally arrived, with the rest of the businesspeople.

When they ordered drinks, Yuugi asked for a Coke (that is Coca-Cola to those of you who are thinking of illegal drugs instead of a sugary soft drink), Yami requested hot tea, and Bakura demanded a mix of many things containing alcohol while threatening the waitresses that he would stab them all with his spoon (unfortunately not rusty and wooden) if they did not stop giggling about the `interesting threesome at table eight'.

Bakura was sufficiently drunk by the time Ryou (along with many others who have no significance to the story) entered, so that Baku did not recognize him right off. The Ryou /Seto / businesspeople party seated themselves at a table behind Yami, so that Bakura had plenty of time to recognize his love if he became slightly more lucid within the next two hours.

Bakura slumped over the table, clutching his gargantuan glass of liquor, sake, marguerite, daiquiri, and cheap American lite beer. (LOOKIE, I spelled daiquiri correctly! Go me!). He was giggling quite loudly, disturbing and perturbing many of the snobby patrons around him.

"Tee-hee, yami! Lookies at that thingy on that wall! It's feeshies!"

Yami coughed. Yuugi wondered what had happened to Bakura to make him act like a four-year old on pixie stix.

"Hey, Yami's catamite, do you smell that…? It smells like…honeysuckles…that scent seems really familiar!" He giggled delightedly, slipping out of his seat and onto the floor. Yami peered under the tablecloth, to see Bakura passed out on the floor. Oh well.

Yami and Yuugi continued to eat their meals in peace, ignoring the albino with a hangover who was resting at their feet. Yami was just finishing his dish with chicken in it (use your imagination) when he suddenly went, "YEAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!" (Don't use your imagination).

The table tipped over, sending drinks and plates sliding to the floor. Bakura, oblivious to this, yelled, "I KNOW WHAT THAT SCENT IS! IT'S MY RYOU!"

His eyes, although a bit unfocused, rose to met those of his love.

"R-Ryou?" He asked.

AN: Mwahahaha! Well, you have Ryuujitsu to thank for this, since she cursed at me and made various threats upon my life that scared me quite a bit and forced me to sit down and write this chapter without waiting the customary two months, as I usually do. That and I was inspired. Hm. And this story was supposed to be a Yami/Yuugi. Oh well, I suppose it still is. Please review! Clickie clickie!