Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Redemption ❯ First Date ( Chapter 8 )

Disclaimer:

I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh!, the characters are merely borrowed for the purpose of entertaining myself, I make no money from this yadda yadda yadda etc etc.

 

AN:

*growls* Damn computer! I lost three pages of this in the early stages of writing and so had to rewrite this from memory! I apologise if it does not come off well as I had to try and patch up the missing part as best I could.

 

***************************************************************** *************

 

Thursday rolled around quickly, though the week was not without its trials for the young librarian. His friends had predictably been all over him since he had arranged to meet Bakura. Last night though had been by far the worst, when he had opened the door to find his friends on the doorstep, carrying pizza and determined to take apart his wardrobe. He had been half dragged to his bedroom, sat firmly on the bed, while Malik decided to be his fashion adviser for the evening.

 

“Guys, while I appreciate your help, I really can handle this.” He caught himself whining as Malik busied himself amongst his clothing.

 

“Oh let him have his fun.” Yugi chuckled. Ryou looked to Joey fro support but he was way too busy with pizza to notice. He rolled his eyes and Yugi couldn't help but laugh. “You know he does it because he doesn't have a date himself.” He muttered conspiratorially.

 

“I heard that!” Came the snappy retort from inside Ryou's wardrobe.

 

Okay, so even Ryou chuckled at that. He knew Yugi was right; it was easier to give in, and probably quicker too. Besides, he didn't have to wear whatever Malik picked out for him. He was thankful that he had avoided being dragged to the mall for new clothes at Malik's behest. He didn't want to think about what Malik would have forced him to buy.

 

“Malik, I will be working in whatever I'm wearing don't forget.” He called to the egyptian that seemed to be doing a rather good impression of a Fennec burrowing as he tore through Ryou's things.

 

“Don't you even own one pair of tight trousers of some description?” Was all the answer he was going to get.

 

“No!” Ryou exclaimed in exasperation.

 

Joey and Yugi howled in laughter at the intense blush that accompanied Ryou's shout, that and the grin that Malik had been sporting when he looked back at Ryou. The snow-haired youth put his head in his hands and just waited for it all to be over. The torture actually ended two hours later, when Malik finally gave up. In the end he had picked out a pair of tan cord slacks, which were a little tight in Ryou's opinion, and not enough in Malik's opinion. There was a fitted black t-shirt, a compromise since Ryou was working in the outfit in question. Smart black boots had been chosen though Malik was decrying the array of footwear his friend owned - or didn't more to the point. To finish off Joey had thrown a leather jacket at him.

 

“But Joey, where did this come from?” He'd never owned such a coat in his life.

 

“It's an old one of mine, but its way too tight for me now. Something my dad got me when I was a teenager, but I was never really into it. It'll look good on ya' trust me.”

 

Ryou looked at the coat for minute a little doubtfully. It wasn't his style to wear such a garment either. But it was a nice gift never-the-less. “Thanks Joey, you really don't have to…”

 

“Think nothin' of it. It's been hanging a closet for too long, hardly been worn.”

 

“It will certainly make a change from your nice sensible clothes.” Malik sniggered, earning him a whack on the arm from Yugi.

 

Yugi decided that enough was enough and while they had all had fun - yes Ryou had actually enjoyed all the attention in some small way, not that he would ever admit it - it was time to be going. He grabbed Malik and Joey by the arm and marched them out of Ryou's apartment.

 

“Good luck tomorrow!” He called as he marched his two friends down the street.

 

“Man Yug! You have one hell of a grip on ya'!” Joey moaned as he finally managed to wriggle out of his friend's hold.

 

“Come on guys, the poor guy had just had enough. I know he's grateful, but sometimes it can get taken too far.” He was now pointedly looking at Malik.

 

“Hey, I just wanted to make sure that he looked good for his date. If this is ever going to turn into something, Ryou's got to look desirable.”

 

“I think he was doing just fine on his own.” Yugi chuckled. “But it was fun. I hope he has a good time.”

 

“Oh he will.” Malik grinned. “You're going to see to it.

 

“What!”

 

“Look, we want to make sure our best friend is okay, it might be nice to have someone bail him out if things go badly. We all know you have the late shift at the casino tomorrow.”

 

“I can't go on Ryou's date with him!” Yugi protested.

 

“No one's askin' you to.” Joey smirked. “Just trail him a little, keep an eye, that kind of thing.”

 

“Guys!” Yugi whined.

 

“Great, then that's settled.” Malik said triumphantly.

 

Yugi smacked his forehead, just how did he get talked into this?

 

***************************************************************** *************

 

Yami flew down into the hall, gliding the last few metres before landing softly, folding his wings behind him. He had been summoned by Marik with a rather cryptic message. As he wandered his way through the halls, passing other fallen as well as souls in various stages on the path to ascension he mused. Usually such a cryptic summons would mean that Marik would have an interesting task for him. That thought made him smile, especially after the conversation they had shared regarding a certain Avenger recently.

 

Yami soon spotted Marik stood in a doorway, accompanied by shimmering human soul. The two were deep in conversation, Marik having one wing drawn almost protectively around the mortal's essence. Yami smiled softly at the sight, by the glow the soul emitted, it would not be long before that one achieved ascension. So for now he hung back, knowing better than to disturb Marik when he was thus occupied, his tail gently swaying from side to side over the ground. Marik on the other hand had sensed his friend's presence and decided to cut his discussion short, for now at least.

 

Yami watched as the soul drifted outside, no doubt to take its' place on the desolate plains. Marik turned to him and with a swift motion of his head urged Yami to follow him as he headed outside. Yami did so taking careful note of Marik's mood. The Adversary was notorious for his quick temper and while when amused, there was nothing that could phase him, one did not want to find themselves the subject of his wrath. As part of his role as Master of Hell he had gained a number of powers, very destructive powers which had earned him fear, and Hell a reputation as a place of fire. Marik was obviously in a thoughtful mood, and as he did not know the reason for his summons, he knew it would be wise to tread carefully.

 

He fell in step beside his leader quickly, the two continuing in silence until they came to an outcrop, overlooking the desolate plains of Hell. The silence remained however, Yami watching Marik carefully who seemed lost in thought. Yami keep a cool exterior, though the now swift motions of his tail belied his rising level of anxiety. He breathed out deeply and decided to take the plunge.

 

“You sent for me.” He stated levelly.

 

“Yes.” Marik replied not looking at his companion. He was still for a few moments before taking a deep breath. “While I do not regret the decisions I have made, I sometimes wish that there was less work to do.”

 

Yami nodded, knowing that statement had more than one meaning. Marik took great pride in what he did, and involved himself in helping souls ascend as much as was possible. Even so, he liked to have his pet projects, Bakura being one of them, and their current experiment with Seto being another, after all, there were perks to every job. But it could not all be fun and his dedication to his work here sometimes got in the way. The other point the Master of Hell was making that fewer souls in each generation seemed to make their way into Heaven without a sojourn here.

 

“Such is our lot.” Yami replied carefully. “What the Lord plans to do about it is not for us to know.”

 

Marik nodded, but this little interaction seemed to rouse him from his reverie. “I have a task for you old friend. Something interesting.” He said with a slight smile.

 

Yami could not help but smile in return; it seemed Marik's mood was moving toward the more amused end of the spectrum, and it boded well for Yami. Any time he was given an interesting task, Yami had always enjoyed himself immensely.

 

“As you know there are certain souls I would like to keep an eye on, but circumstances are such that I find myself busy. However, I wouldn't want our dear Earthbound to be left to drift for too long.”

 

“Ah, so this is about Bakura.” Yami smirked.

 

“Hmm, it seems our white haired friend has an important meeting. He and the boy have been getting along even better than I could have hoped for. I want someone keeping an eye on the two, nudging things along if needs be.” The smirk that Marik now sported and the amusement in his eye now had Yami chuckling.

 

“Hmm, and then perhaps a certain Avenger might come in to play.”

 

“Oh really?” Marik feigned innocence, well as much as the Master of Hell could which was not very well. “Oh well in that case perhaps you might mention to him a certain blonde youth that seems to have captured his attention.” Marik chuckled darkly.

 

“I was watching with Akeifa, his face was priceless.” Yami grinned. How he looked forward to seeing Seto once more. After all, he was so looking forward to discussing the slip in Seto's ever cool exterior with the aforementioned angel. Just the thought made him chuckle, his tail swaying lazily in anticipation.

 

“I thought you might have been.” Marik sniggered. “It was a particularly enjoyable moment.” He smiled to himself, his thoughts back with the soul he had been conversing with when Yami arrived. So near and yet so far from ascension. But hopefully soon, the little detail that had been blocking her passage would be dealt with. “I shall leave it in your capable hands my friend. Just make sure he doesn't bail out now. The boy is having some pleasing effects on him.”

 

Yami nodded. “Hmm, who would have thought Bakura would have submitted to his attention. I would have thought that as soon as he caught wind of your little plot that he would have been avoiding the boy as much as possible.” He sniggered.

 

“I suppose I do have that affect on him. But you've seen the boy and his aura. Bakura's soul is tormented, that is as the Lord wishes it. That boy eases his pain, even though the boy has no idea. Bakura cannot help be drawn to him.”

 

With a smirk Marik turned and left his companion. Yami on the other hand grinned. He had a very good feeling about today. Today was going to be interesting.

 

***************************************************************** *************

 

Ryou was staring at the clock, suffering from the worst case of butterflies he ever had in his life. He was, as was usual for him when it came to matter of the heart, mulling things over a little too much. He had started to question everything. What if Bakura wasn't into guys and all he wanted was to be friends? Would that really be so bad just to have Bakura as a friend? Well no but… hang on, when did he start caring whether Bakura liked guys or not, especially to the point where he realised that perhaps he wanted more than friendship with this man? Oh this was so confusing.

 

“Damnit!” He hissed to himself quietly. “Stop doing this to yourself.” He was glad that the library was empty, so at least he didn't look crazy to any of the patrons.

 

With a sigh he realised that it was time to close up. He started his normal routine, going round closing the windows, turning off the computers and equipment, tidying away the things at the front desk, each little thing in the routine calming him with its familiarity. Before he knew it he was reaching for his keys, his fingers also finding the soft leather of the coat Joey had given him the night before. He looked at it for a moment with a soft smile.

 

He had been so determined that he wasn't going to wear it. He had never owned such a thing, and certainly would never have chosen it for himself. However as he was leaving for work he had a sudden urge to try it on and see it in the mirror. He had been pleasantly surprised to see that Joey had been right. It was a little loose for his frame, but that kind of added to it, the coat reaching his mid-thigh. When he looked at it teamed with the outfit Marik had insisted he wear he found himself forced to admit that it really did look good. He had even caught himself smirking at his own appearance. So with a shake of his head he had headed out the door, his usual coat forgotten.

 

He slid the coat on and headed to deal with the alarm system, his routine having settled him somewhat by now. In fact by the time he had reached the outer doors he was humming happily to himself. He chuckled softly, completely engrossed in what he was doing, almost forgetting about his date as he locked the outer doors.

 

“Well, well.” Came the soft greeting. “A new look for you?”

 

Ryou's eyes narrowed in irritation. Not again!

 

***************************************************************** *************

 

Bakura caught himself staring at the clock for what must be the sixth time in 15 minutes. Why was the day going so fucking slowly? It was as if time was deliberately conspiring against him or something. Why did he feel like this? It wasn't as if he had never done this before… okay scratch that, it was entirely the point. Sure in the past he'd lain with both men and women. It was either that or go mad with the needs that drove his body as a part of his punishment. He had never been picky in his choice of a partner. He found humans of both genders equally beautiful as all angels did, but he had never wanted to spend time with any of them.

 

Since he was being so honest with himself, why stop now. Ryou reminded him so much of Akeifa. It wasn't just the looks, because if anything, he looked more like Bakura than Akeifa. But it was who he was. He had seen it deep in his aura, the quiet determination, the boundless love in his heart, and the hidden strength he possessed. And that aura, never in all his years had he come across one like it. The boy had a power he had no knowledge of. Even though humans couldn't sense auras, he knew that Ryou would always bring a sense of calm to those around him. He could see why people were drawn to him. By all that was holy he was drawn to him.

 

In those fleeting moments they had shared, the boy's aura had always gently caressed his, mingling with his on the edges. The inner peace and calm the boy felt ran through his aura and in the merging transferred to him. In those moments Bakura felt a peace in his soul he had not felt since his days in Heaven. Something which both scared him, but drew him to the boy even more. He had longed for companionship for so long, longed for peace, and this boy seemed willing to give him both. So now, here he sat nervous, wondering where this would take him.

 

He looked up at the clock and saw that it was finally a suitable time to head over to meet Ryou. He sighed in relief that his wait was over and got up, striding over to the mirror. He was dressed in his usual black trousers and boots, but for some reason had decided to depart from his usual black or white tops, and had put on a deep crimson fitted t-shirt. As he looked at himself he took a rare glimpse of his eyes and was pleased to see how the shirt actually seemed to make them look less frightening. He frowned at his wild tangled mane of hair, thinking that perhaps he should have brushed it for once, yanking his fingers through it firmly to smooth out the worst of the kinks. That done he grabbed his ankle length black coat and headed out.

 

As he walked he kept his eyes open. While Marik wasn't `due' a visit as such, on a day like today he wouldn't put it past the Fallen angel to turn up and taunt him some more. However, he found that his walk was surprisingly uninterrupted. This was so pleasant that he found himself smiling as he rounded them corner to the library. His frown soon slipped when he spotted Ryou, who wasn't alone and was pretty peeved. The red in his eyes appeared to deepen in colour as they narrowed. This would not do.

 

***************************************************************** *************

 

“Duke!” Ryou actually growled. “What are you doing here?” He turned and glared at his ex.

 

“Aww now precious. Someone really has developed an attitude.” Duke smiled snidely. “Did it come free with the coat?”

 

“So why the social call?” Ryou snapped, ignoring the insult for now.

 

“Easy tiger. We didn't get much time to talk when I dropped by. I thought it might be nice to catch up.” He soothed, starting to try and charm Ryou again.

 

“I don't have time for this.” Why couldn't Duke leave him alone! Ooh he didn't have much of a temper and it took a lot for him to get angry, well that was until Duke came into his life. “What about `I'm not interested' do you not understand?”

 

“Ryou? Why are you so hostile?” Duke purred, stepping close to Ryou. “It really doesn't suit you.”

 

Ryou felt the anger rise within him at Duke's blatant disregard of him and his feelings. “Why you pompous, egotistical, narcissistic…”

 

“Is there a problem?” A familiar deep voice interrupted Ryou's rant.

 

The two turned surprised to see Bakura stood, arms folded, regarding Duke with fire in his eyes.

 

“Bakura.” Ryou breathed, calming a little. Okay, so for a moment he had forgotten about this, too caught up in the moment. He was happy to see him, but mortified that they had to meet under such circumstances. “No, this discussion is over.” He stepped up close to Duke. “Just like we have been for months.” He hissed at Duke with uncharacteristic malice.

 

Bakura raised an eyebrow, surprised to see how strongly Ryou was reacting, he wanted to intervene, not liking seeing Ryou quite so angered. He made to step forward but Ryou shot him a reassuring look making him stop and wait. Duke saw the silent exchange and didn't like it one bit closing the gap between him and Ryou even further as Ryou made to move away.

 

“Easy Ryou.” Duke hissed so only his ex could hear, grabbing his wrist where Bakura couldn't see. “You know I don't give up, I always get what I want.”

 

“When hell freezes over!” Ryou snarled loud enough for Bakura to hear, both shocking him and making him want to smile in equal measure. “Now if you don't mind, my date is waiting for me.”

 

Duke's eyes widened at that one. He was shocked to find that Ryou was dating again, pretty sure that his white haired ex was too insecure to do such a thing. Ryou smirked at Duke's surprise and took the chance to free his wrist from the unwanted grip and walked away. Bakura watched Ryou pass glad to see that Ryou seemed a little happier with the situation now. In fact he was a little impressed. He had always known that Ryou had a strength within him, but had not expected it to be displayed like this.

 

He shot a look at Duke, a look of warning. He had no idea why Ryou did not like this man, but he was certain it was not a good thing. He could hazard a fair guess from what he had heard that there was some intense history between the two. He turned to follow Ryou who had been fairly storming away while Duke looked on, jealousy deepening the hue of his green eyes. He caught up and fell in step beside the irate youth. Ryou however was fighting with his feelings, trying to push down his anger. This was not a good start to a first date. He reached out a hand to Bakura's arms, stopping their progress.

 

“Problem?” Bakura asked bluntly, eager to see how Ryou would handle this.

 

“Forgive me. This is not how I wanted to greet you. I'm not an angry person but Duke…” He sighed, not daring to meet Bakura's eyes, a little embarrassed that someone had seen his outburst.

 

“Ryou, I don't care.” Ryou's eyes widened and he turned to meet Bakura's gaze. He was rather surprised to see a hint of amusement in the other's eyes. “Hell, if you see me round Marik I seem to be permanently losing my temper. We all know someone who gets on our fucking nerves.” He smirked.

 

Ryou smiled, his anxiety easing. “I know, I never get angry, but lately when it comes to Duke, ooooh I just want to…” He griped.

 

Bakura laughed, seeing the youth quite so wound up was amusing. For some reason this angered state seemed becoming on Ryou, but that might be due to the reddening in his pale cheeks that accompanied it as much as anything.

 

“Come on, let's get that coffee, we can talk about the bastard then.”

 

Ryou giggled suddenly at the insult, making Bakura chuckle. He nodded and led him down the street. The coffee shop he had chosen was only round the corner. As small place with private booths, somewhere he felt that he might not get jumped by his friends in a hurry. He knew Malik all too well. He was a little shocked to find Bakura ushering him into a seat before heading to the counter. That was not something he was expecting, but within a few minutes Bakura had returned.

 

He handed Ryou a large cappuccino and a danish, smiling at Ryou's shocked reaction. Oh watching the youth's range of expressions was so entertaining. “I took an educated guess. You seemed the type to have a sweet tooth. Besides, it might calm you down.”

 

Ryou blushed again, only causing Bakura to smirk again as he sat down with his own very black coffee. “Thanks.” Oh and the nerves were back full force, he compulsively brushed hair behind his ear.

 

Bakura looked on his companion amused. It was very interesting to see this side of the youth, for him to be the calm one, and yes, he was in that strange state of calm that he always was around Ryou. But he knew how mortified the human must be.

 

“So who is this fucking idiot?” He asked, curious to know what could possibly get the quiet librarian to react so.

 

“Duke?” Ryou's eyes narrowed at the mere mention of the green eyed man. A very interesting reaction. “We dated for a while. Well that is until I found out he was playing me for a fool.”

 

“Sounds like a charmer.” Bakura replied with a smirk.

 

“Hmph!” Ryou huffed. “He had the nerve to think I wouldn't notice him sleeping with someone else behind my back, while he smiled for the cameras, pushing me into the spotlight when he knew I hated it.” He griped sighing. He looked up at Bakura. “Is it really so wrong to want to be liked for who I am, not just for the novelty of my looks?”

 

Bakura looked at him surprised; that was not something he was expecting to be asked. However he found he didn't have to answer since Ryou ploughed on regardless.

 

“I've worked it out, it's the hair.” He sighed, actually twisting a lock of it round his finger. “The number of times I have considered dying it, cutting it, but I just cannot bring myself to do it. It would feel like I was trying to be someone else.”

 

“Good.” Bakura responded. Just the thought of Ryou mutilating his hair like that made him shiver. “It's a blessing, even if it brings unwelcome attention.”

 

Ryou nodded, smiling softly. “I guess you understand what I mean.” Looking at Bakura's wild mane of hair, suddenly possessed by the urge to drag a brush through the mess, and yet that mess was part of what made the hairstyle attractive.

 

“In some ways I suppose, but I am not very personable, I've not been in a relationship like that.” Or of any kind come to that.

 

“Oh I don't know, you seem personable enough to me.” Ryou said shyly, allowing his hair to fall into his face, aware he was blushing again.

 

Oh by God Ryou was cute when he hid behind his bangs. Bakura swallowed hard at the sight, the mouthful of coffee having been hotter than he'd anticipated, but he had drunk to avoid reacting to Ryou's compliment. Instead he tried to concentrate on Ryou, but that brought its own problems. He found that more and more he wanted to be close to him, to run his fingers through that glorious hair, to… Oh Hell, when did his feelings become such a tangled mess? He was no stranger to desire, but this was not lust, it was longing.

 

“Easy, you don't know me yet.” He stated smoothly, happy to find that his voice sounded calmer than he felt.

 

Ryou looked up sharply at the comment, but nodded. “I know. I kind of got burned by that with Duke. He seemed so nice, such a gentleman, kind, sweet. Well that was until I got to know him.”

 

Bakura snorted in reply. “It's a common human fault. I find that people fall into two groups. Those living behind masks for all the wrong fucking reasons, and those who don't but perhaps should, because they leave themselves wide open.” Bakura suddenly noticed that Ryou was leaning on his hand, watching him with curiosity. “What?”

 

“You are a conundrum.” He chuckled at Bakura's surprised look. “You just didn't strike me as someone who would come out with something quite so profound.”

 

Bakura smirked. “I'm not sure whether to take that as a compliment or not.” Now he outright laughed as Ryou suddenly blushed again. “You are going to have to stop that before you burst a blood vessel.” But he was feeling mischievous and smirked. “But I have to say, it is a good look on you.”

 

Ryou decided that it was better to drink his cappuccino right now, and hide behind the mug before his cheeks could get any redder. Bakura smiled, Ryou noticing the amusement reach his eyes, softening the red, warmth settling in them. It suited Bakura. He decided to take a chance.

 

“You know, you should smile more.” He found himself smirking now. “But I get the feeling that it's not something you do often.”

 

“Oh yes?” Bakura's interest was piqued now. Ryou was perceptive, but just how perceptive? He smirked. “So what else do you think about me after your somewhat limited experience?”

 

Bakura drank in the youth's shocked look, enjoying exploring Ryou's emotional range. “Well…” Ryou took a deep breath, before making eye contact with his companion. “I think that something in your life has hurt you and hurt you badly, badly enough for you to keep people at a distance from you. You keep up walls, keep yourself away from people. But behind all that, you are a good person, you just don't like to show it.”

 

Ryou swallowed nervously as the two lapsed into silence. He was a little surprised to see Bakura smile slightly.

 

“You're good.” He stated, taking a drink of his coffee. “Makes me wonder about how you and the other guy got involved. If you can see through me, why not him before things go too far?”

 

“Duke's a very good actor; he kinda has to be in his line of work.” He sighed. “And I was flattered, enough not too look too far beyond what was immediately in front of me.” Bakura's smile faded as he saw hurt enter Ryou's eyes. “My parents were taken from me at a young age. I have no family. I guess that ever since the beginning, when someone has been kind, I've wanted it too much. Duke hasn't been the first to my shame. But certainly the longest lasting relationship I've had. I suppose I should thank him, he's taught me not to jump in with both feet.” He smiled sadly.

 

Bakura understood all too well what Ryou felt, he had felt it all his life on earth. He on the other hand had been able to handle the loneliness, he had a strength within him to stand alone, that was part of his angelic nature, but it was not for mortal man, they craved company, love, something more, that was their nature. When he looked at the youth he saw a kindred spirit, while his life had been short, he had been torn from those he loved and been left to walk this world alone. At this realisation something inside of him that was yet undefined shifted, changed. He saw Ryou's sadness and found he could not bear to see the way it tainted his eyes. Leaning forward he forced himself to smile.

 

“Then what are you doing here with me then?” He purred.

 

Ryou's eyes widened, and then he laughed, just as Bakura had hoped. “Something daring, reckless and completely out of character.” He grinned.

 

“Well I should be so lucky.” Bakura smiled, glad to see the sadness leave Ryou's eyes, the memories pushed away. Something told him that this one had a very forgiving nature, but by the display he had seen outside the library, there were limits to his forgiveness. “For all your quiet attitude, I do believe there is a bit of a wild streak in you that people rarely see.”

 

The two smiled at each other, both new to this situation, but strangely happy with the outcome. “Perhaps I do.” Ryou ventured. “So what are we doing precisely, apart from character assessments and bitching about my ex?” He asked cheekily.

 

“You tell me. This is the first time I've ever done anything like this.”

 

“Really?” Ryou was a little shocked when Bakura nodded. “Then why me, why now?”

 

Bakura chuckled. “It seems that someone wanted us to meet. I figured that it was easier to go along with things.”

 

That response brought questions into Ryou's mind. More accurately one that he wanted an answer to. “And now?” he asked, strangely fearful of the reply.

 

“Truthfully?” Bakura smirked at Ryou's nervous nod. “I am beginning to enjoy myself. I think perhaps, that someone was right.”

 

***************************************************************** *************

 

Yugi sighed feeling incredibly uncomfortable and he made his way down the street. He looked nervously at his watch seeing that it was well past four. Ryou and Bakura should have met up by now and if plans had not changed, should be settled in the coffee shop by now. The knowledge brought no comfort, he just did not feel comfortable with the idea of watching them. It didn't matter how much he or his friends told him that he was just watching out for Ryou, who had been hurt on more than one occasion, it still felt like he was prying where he shouldn't. He shoved his hands into his pockets firmly and grumbled to himself. Sighing he resigned himself to the task at hand as the coffee shop came into view. Five minutes he told himself. He'd make sure that Ryou seemed happy and then he would go.

 

A few streets away Yami was making his way into the mortal world. He had chosen a secluded spot and smiled when his feet touched ground. He took a few moments to use his powers to hide his wings, stretching out his shoulders as he did so. The tail had to go too, closing his eyes and grunting in discomfort he arched his back as it too was banished from sight. He breathed deeply for a moment, allowing the discomfort to ease before opening his eyes, the deep purple reflecting the light of the afternoon sun. He knew he was only a couple of minutes walk from his destination and headed onward quickly.

 

As he walked he pondered. It seemed that their little torment of Seto was going rather well, and there was still plenty of ways of continuing this little game. He smiled, wondering if his could be the next move. But how to tempt the Avenger from Heaven, now there was the question. The coffee shop came into sight and he pushed the thought from his mind for the moment. For now he had a task to complete, which must take priority. Though as he went to cross the road, something caught his eye.

 

Yugi had chosen his spot a little down the street and on the opposite side of the road to the shop. The white haired couple had been quite easy to spot, and indeed seemed to be laughing at something. He was actually considering leaving, there didn't seem to be mush point in staying. Yami noticed the earthbound and the human were quite settled, and probably didn't need to be watched too closely, and saw the chance for a little mischief of his own. He crossed the road, taking care not to be seen by his young double too soon. He wanted to take him by surprise. If he got this right, then he could take care of his little task and have some fun at the same time.

 

Yugi had actually quit watching the two out of embarrassment, and was currently lost in his own thoughts. Though he would never admit it to anyone, said thoughts seemed to centre around a pair of deep purple eyes that he had seen for only a moment.

 

“Well it looks like you and I are here for the same reason little one.” Came the rich baritone voice from his left. He turned shocked, to see himself looking into the very same eyes that he had been thinking about.

 

“What are you doing here?” He asked incredulously.

 

“Keeping an eye on a mutual acquaintance.” He replied matter-of-factly. “As I said, it seems we are on the same errand.” Yami smirked. “Though it is an added bonus to see you here too. But you don't seem the type to keep watch over them. I would have thought that it would be against your morals to do such a thing.”

 

Yugi sighed. His heart was pounding, stunned and afraid that the man he had been thinking about was right here in front of him. He was also more than a little ashamed that that he was here at all.

 

“You're right. By rights I shouldn't be here at all.”

 

“But?” Yami questioned with a smile.

 

“But I have friends that made me do this and wouldn't let me out of it.” He admitted quietly. “Ryou has been hurt a few times already in the past, we want to make sure he isn't hurt again.” He looked back at his friend, who was currently smiling. “And you?”

 

“Let's say that Bakura has friends in high places. We like to keep an eye on him.”

 

“Why?” Yugi just couldn't contain his curiosity.

 

“They have their reasons.” He replied enigmatically. “But some of them aren't so different to yours.” He replied smoothly. He looked at Yugi, his dark eyes intense, his gaze making Yugi feel a little uncomfortable.

 

“You know Bakura, should I be worried for Ryou?” He asked, his mouth unusually dry.

 

“Bakura is a hard one to read, so it's hard to say. But one thing is for sure, someone he cared about deeply got hurt because of him, and the two were separated because of it. I can assure you that he would never willingly hurt your friend, and doesn't want anything he does to hurt him either.” He replied looking at the earthbound angel once more. “Does that ease your fears?”

 

“As much as anything will I guess.” Yugi replied.

 

This little conversation was surreal to him. The two brought together by the two they were watching. Yami smirked at the young mortal's confusion, unsettled by this sudden turn of events. He was quite enjoying this little encounter with his double, and found himself wondering if he was once like this young one.

 

“What's your name little one?” He asked gently.

 

“Yugi.” He replied softly.

 

Yami nodded with a soft smile. “I wouldn't worry too much for your friend Yugi. He's in safe hands, or as safe as he is ever likely to get.”

 

“Thank you.” Yugi said softly, looking up at his taller double.

 

Yami raised an eyebrow, a little surprised by the reaction. “For what little one?” He was genuinely confused.

 

“For being so honest, I don't even know you and yet… I don't know. A lot of strange things have been happening to me and my friends of late.”

 

“But that is what makes life interesting.” Yami smirked.

 

Yugi laughed despite himself. “I think if some of us get much more excitement in our lives it might actually be detrimental.” He chuckled.

 

Yami chuckled too, he liked his little counterpart. But he looked up to the coffee shop, it seemed the two they were watching had decided it was time to leave. “I think it is time that you and I made ourselves scarce little one. That is as long as you don't want to get caught.” He added, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes now.

 

Yugi's eyes widened and realised that he had better make himself scarce. Yami had already turned and was starting to walk away. “Wait.” Yugi called, glancing at the coffee shop nervously. “Will I ever see you again?”

 

Yami chuckled, the deep sound very pleasing. “Perhaps.” Was the only answer Yugi got before Yami walked away. Deciding that it was way past the time he should have left, Yugi too hurried away, wondering just what he was going to say to Joey and Malik later.

 

***************************************************************** *************

 

Bakura and Ryou walked side by side laughing gently. The two had spent a thoroughly pleasant hour talking about their friends, laughing at their antics, and talking about nothing in particular. Now as they walked they were actually heading towards Ryou's place, though by no conscious design.

 

“Well, Malik and Ishizu are so lucky that Joey is such a technical whiz. Malik is so hopeless when it comes to appliances. It would cost them a small fortune if Joey didn't keep coming to fix things on his own time.” He grinned.

 

“It sounds like you have some good friends.” Bakura replied.

 

“I know, I'm lucky I guess. They've been there for me ever since school. Yugi was the first, I was bullied a lot for my hair, but then again he had the same problem. We ran into each other when we were hiding from a group of bullies. We've been friends ever since.”

 

Bakura smiled, but Ryou could see a longing in those crimson eyes, no matter how the other tried to hide it.

 

“What about you? Where are your friends?” He asked softly, a little unsure about how Bakura would react to the question.

 

“I don't really have friends Ryou.” He sighed. “I move around a lot, never staying in one place for too long. It's not a life that lends itself to those kinds of relationships.”

 

“But surely there must be someone.” Ryou asked softly.

 

“There was someone once.” He looked off into the distance, thinking about a pair of steel grey eyes, thinking of another life. “But that was a long time ago. I still care for him deeply, but we have been apart for many years now. I hope that perhaps I will get to see him again one day.”

 

Ryou reached out to Bakura, placing a hand on his arm gently, making Bakura look back at him. “I sure you will, you'll see.” He said softly.

 

Bakura nodded. Somehow when he was around Ryou he felt like it might just be possible. All too soon it seemed they had arrived at Ryou's place without even realising it, Bakura taking in the neighbourhood around him. Ryou pulled his keys out of his pocket nervously.

 

“Do you… do you want to come in?” He asked softly, at a loss for what to say in this situation. He had been enjoying Bakura's company and part of him didn't want their time together to end just yet. On the other hand he wasn't sure what he'd do if Bakura said yes.

 

Bakura looked at Ryou smiling softly as he perceived the youth's confusion. He pondered, feeling the same way. He enjoyed being around Ryou, and he was beginning to realise that there was an attraction between them, both of them having felt it throughout the course of their date. However when he looked at Ryou, he knew that he was going to have to take things slowly if he wanted to get close to him. He didn't want to scare the boy off by rushing things.

 

He shook his head. “Next time perhaps.” He replied with a smile.

 

“Next time?” Ryou asked, smiling softly, suddenly hopeful.

 

“Well believe it or not, I actually enjoyed myself. I wouldn't mind another shot at this whole date thing.” He smirked.

 

Ryou chuckled. “Me too. But perhaps this time you might give me a better way to contact you. Clubbing isn't entirely my thing.”

 

Bakura laughed. “You do seem a little out of place in there. It's a fucking meat market.” He sniggered.

 

“Probably why Malik likes clubbing so much.” Ryou knew he was being cheeky, but being round Bakura seemed to bring it out in him.

 

“You have a pen?” He smirked in reply.

 

Ryou's eyes widened and he grinned. He was a librarian, of course he had a pen. He pulled said object from a pocket and held it out. To his surprise Bakura didn't take the pen but the hand it was in, before taking the pen from his grasp, never letting go of his hand. He watched curious as Bakura turned his hand over, before uncapping the pen, and writing a string of numbers on the back of his hand. He swallowed hard as his heart began to race at the contact, forcing himself to remain still as Bakura finished his task. He breathed deeply as Bakura let go and handed the pen back. He was vaguely aware that he was blushing again.

 

Bakura smirked at Ryou's reaction, and was feeling a touch mischievous. He closed the gap between the two, his eyes shining with merriment. “Call me.” He smirked, once again leaving things in Ryou's hands; he was enjoying making the youth do the work. As he went to move away, he couldn't help himself and let the urge that had been bothering him all day take over. He reached out and ran his fingers gently through Ryou's snowy locks. Ryou heard himself gasp, which only seemed to entice Bakura more. Leaning into Ryou's ear he caught the scent of jasmine wafting from the silky soft hair his fingers were entangled in. “I'll say it again, you are cute when you blush.” He murmured softly, taking the chance to kiss Ryou's cheek.

 

He drank in the feel of satin soft skin against his lips, cheeks heated by a blush. He revelled in the feel for a moment, his eyes drifting closed. Ryou's heart was pounding to have the other so close. He suddenly realised that while he had not been ready for this after Duke for so long, that with Bakura it was a different matter entirely, suddenly wanting more. However Bakura was drawing away, fingers sliding from his hair, smiling at Ryou warmly. Ryou opened his mouth to say something but now words would come out. All he could do was watch as Bakura walked away, loving the smile that lit up the other's face. He watched until the other was out of sight before making his way into his apartment. As he laid his keys on the table and took off his coat he realised that no matter how much he wanted to deny it, he was falling for the crimson-eyed man.

 

***************************************************************** *************

 

Seto was furious as he made his way across Heaven making his way to the Lord's side. He had been summoned away from his task and he had a pretty good idea why. It could only be about Bakura and Marik. He made his way swiftly to find Gabriel already discussing the matter with the Lord when he arrived.

 

“Ah Seto.” The Lord greeted his Avenger.

 

“You called for me.” He bowed his head in reverence as he arrived.

 

“Indeed.” Gabriel spoke now. “It seems that the matter with Bakura seems to be taking quite a turn.”

 

Seto snorted his displeasure. “Marik's meddling is going to end up with someone hurt.” He snapped.

 

“Actually, I am quite pleased with how Bakura is progressing. What worries me is that Marik's games seem to be including other mortals.” God's voice rumbled.

 

Gabriel turned to Seto. “It is the young one's friends we are worried for. You are aware that Yami made contact today.”

 

“What!” Seto was incredulous. He had been busy dealing with another matter. Gabriel however nodded.

 

“We think that things are starting to get a little out of hand.”

 

“Well we have to do something.” Seto spat. He was itching to lay into Marik after the stunt he had pulled in the club. “We can't let him get away with this. Summon him and we'll…”

 

“Easy my child.” The Lord put in with a soft smile. “We both know that Marik has not actually done anything wrong. But on the other hand, this level of interaction with the group is worrisome. Therefore I have a task for you.”

 

Seto looked up puzzled. Gabriel smiled softly, his thoughts masked for the moment.

 

“I want you to watch over things, I need to have someone close to the group. To make sure things do not get out of hand.”

 

“I will gladly Lord.” Seto replied, pleased to have this task.

 

“I want you to go to earth for a while.”

 

Seto's eyes widened. That he had not been expecting. “Is that really necessary?” He asked, his last encounter with a mortal had left him shaken, and he did not relish having to spend time round mortals in general.

 

“You've seen how things have been escalating.” Gabriel replied. “It would be prudent.” He said gently.

 

Seto sighed, so be it. “Whatever you desire Lord.”

 

“Good. I know that the matter could not be in safer hands.”

 

Seto rose, knowing full well that he was dismissed. Inside he seethed. How dare Marik put him in this position! The mere fact of this made him want to march down to Hell and confront the Adversary. However he had to bear in mind the fact that Marik had not broken any rules as yet, though he was getting very close. So now he would be right there, in the thick of it. He would be waiting, and when Marik actually cross the line, he would be there to mete out punishment.

 

***************************************************************** *************

 

AN:

 

Yey!!!! After a case of writers block, being away from home and my computer for the weekend this chapter actually got written. Okay I know nothing much happened but it was a first date people, and Bakura's first ever!!! But things can move on now. This actually ended up being longer than the last chapter. I have only one thing to say. Hmmmmm jasmine!

 

Oh and a couple of new fanart pictures are up so guys go enjoy at:

 

http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/55142140/