Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Room For Rent ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )

Room For Rent

Chapter Five

AN: I'm so sorry, you nice people! I did not mean to take this long to update! Eurgh. Mou.

And to the person who was talking about the random periods, they're supposed to be the dot-dot-dot thing, but it gets screwed up.and stuff. And then there's the dialogue, where the people just talk funny. That and I sometimes have bad punctuation when I'm not concentrating. I'm not lucid very often.

Onto the chapter!

"Where's Otogi?" Ryou asked, staring around the almost empty parking lot of the arcade.

"Maybe he wised up and ditched you," Bakura grumbled. He was in a bad mood, because he had been forced to listen to Ryou's Celine Dion CD the whole way there.

"Oh, they wouldn't do that. They're not mean like you."

"I'm not mean. You're just an imbecile."

"SPINACH!"

"No; you still owe me for rescuing you from the creepy men at the police station, remember?"

"I took care of you!"

"When?" Bakura asked, looking puzzled.

"When the pizza people poisoned you with Cyanide!"

"I don't remember that."

"You've got to! You collapsed on my bed! And I poured water on you!"

Bakura paused for a moment, thinking. "Nope, don't remember."

"AAAAARGH! You're hopeless!" Ryou was about to hit Bakura with a random object lying somewhere nearby, but the albino was saved by the arrival of Otogi's car.

"Otogi!" Ryou yelled happily.
"YOU SAAAAAAVED ME!" Bakura yelled happily. Ryou glared in his general direction, making a swiping motion against his throat. Bakura yelped and ran away, hiding behind the black-haired man who had just stepped out of the maroon Cadillac.

The man looked at him strangely. "I suppose you're Bakura, then?"

Bakura nodded.

"Well, don't worry; Ryou's not usually this mean. You just moved in with him at the wrong time of the month."

"OTOGI!" Ryou screeched angrily.

In the meantime, Honda, Jounouchi, Yami, Yuugi, Mai, and the Anzu (grr!) had stepped out of the Cadillac. After all, it is a big Cadillac.

Everyone introduced themselves to Bakura except Anzu, who shrieked and yelled, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" in the poor man's ears.

"Itaiiiiiiiiiiiii!"

"I thought I said never to come near me again! I've moved on!"

"I ain't here to see you, moron! I'm with him." He pointed to Ryou.

"Oh, so I guess being dumped by me was too much for your poor heart, so you went gay," Anzu said, fluffing her hair.

"I never even liked you! You were the one begging me to go out with you!"

"That's just what you're saying now."

"C'mon, Anzu. He's not worth your time," Mai said, pulling the creepy woman away from a twitching Baku-chan. She winked at him.

"Eh?" Bakura asked, staring after them. "Hn. Whatever." He followed the someone-tachi into the arcade.

When they got inside, everyone headed to their separate games. Honda and Jounouchi started playing pool, Anzu cranked up the DDR thingy, Otogi started playing DDM against a random extra person, Yami and Yuugi played M&W against each other, and Ryou seated himself at the Mortal Kombat machine.

"Hey, I wanna play too!" Bakura said, pushing Ryou to the side of the seat.

Ryou growled at him, jamming some coins into the machine. He selected his character, a man wearing purple. Bakura chose a guy wearing a red outfit, and the fight started.

Before Bakura could even start teasing Ryou about his avatar having a purple shirt, Ryou launched an assault on Bakura, the little purple-pixeled person kicking and punching. Bakura couldn't get any hits in, so just took to staring at Ryou's lightning-fast fingers jamming away at the attack buttons.

Before he knew it, his life meter had been reduced to zero once, which caused him to wake from his stupor. He took to mashing buttons, copying Ryou's techniques in an attempt to use them against him.

But it was already too late for poor Bakura. Within ten seconds, his poor avatar was KO'd.

After five vicious fights with similar outcomes, the group of Ryou's friends had gathered around to watch the spectacle. Bakura was beginning to feel nervous; it hurt his pride to have this little girly-boy beating him at a manly game like MK. So, with no other options and hardly any life left, he pushed Ryou out of his seat.

"Itaiiiiii." Ryou whimpered. Bakura grinned; he had finally won! O.K., so he had been cheating, but still! While still in the middle of his victory hands dance, there was a harsh tug on his sleeve. Caught off guard, he went tumbling to the floor.

"There." Ryou said, voice very close. "You finally won; are you happy?" came the hot breath on his ear.

However, Bakura wasn't paying too much attention to what was being said; his mind had been left on the hot breath thing.

"Now, get off me," Ryou grumbled.

Oh, yeah. Bakura was kinda lying with his back against Ryou's stomach, wasn't he? He suddenly got an eeeeeevil idea.

"No," he said.

"What?"

"You're the one who pulled me down."

"You pushed me out of my chair!"

"So."

"I was getting back at you!"

Meanwhile, aforementioned crowd around them started muttering. Example: Otogi's not-so-quiet declaration of, "I knew they were going at it!"

"Don't you hear them?" Ryou asked, voice becoming nervous. "They're having THOUGHTS!"

"And I suppose this is momentous because them thinking doesn't happen very often?"

"Thoughts about US!"

"And that's a bad thing because?"

"I'll cry if you don't get up."

"Fine," Bakura said, resigned. He sat up and took over the MK seat, deciding it would be easier to win while playing against the computer.

"I think my lung is crushed." Ryou moaned.

"Oh, you'll be fine," Bakura said, turning his attention back to the game. However, he couldn't concentrate; his mind kept replaying the events of the past few minutes, inserting naughty suggestions of what he could have done.

It was those thoughts that made him lose to the computer. That had to be the reason.

"NO MORE THOUGHTS, I BEG OF YOU!" Bakura finally yelled, promptly fainting.

Ryou pushed him out of the seat and resumed playing. Halfway through the boss level, however, he felt something warm close around his idle fingers.

A sleeping Bakura was holding his hand.

Ryou blushed. His avatar promptly died.

Final score: Ryou-fifteen, Bakura-two.

AN: Tee-hee! That chapter was fun to write. Pre-shounen-ai-ness! Mou!

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