Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Second Chances ❯ The Explanation ( Chapter 6 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!!

Diane: *sniffs* Baku-chan hasn't stopped by in a while, and I miss him....

AR: -.-n Stop moping around, you gotta help me work on these stories

Diane: ;_; What's the point, if Baku-chan won't come?

AR: *eye twitches* I'm surrounded by buffoons...

Diane: =p Stop quoting animes!!!

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"It's a long story, but I promise, it's worth it."

"It had better be, I have better things to do with my time," Bakura said annoyed. The one girl gave a little cough, which also sounded suspiciously like a snort.

"Like what, get drunk and pass out on the floor again? I think we need to ease you off of the booze a little."

"Now Reaper, don't be so critical with the guests. After all, we all need to cooperate in order for this to work," her sister said calmly. "In case you two haven't guessed yet, I'm Grim and that's my sister Reaper."

"Uh, no offense, but those are weird names."

"Nah, not if you're like us."

"And what are you exactly?"

They both smiled, an eerie smile that makes your blood run cold. "We're Grim Reapers."

"I knew it, you ARE cold-blooded killers!!" Bakura exclaimed.

"So were you, in Ancient Egypt," Reaper pointed out. Ryou's eyes widened.

"How do you know about-"

"-His past life, the Millennium Items, your friends? Quite simple, actually."

"We've been observing you for the past few months, Ryou," Grim said quietly, her eyes focused only on the two boys. "You and Bakura were assigned to us, and we were suppose to kill you a few weeks ago."

"K-Kill?" he whimpered, trembling slightly. Bakura reached out and held his hand, rubbing it reassuringly while glaring at the two girls.

"So you've brought us here to finish off the job?"

"No, not exactly," Reaper said, frowning slightly. "You see, souls only reincarnate when they have unfinished business. And when they do, it's up to the Grim Reaper that's assigned to them to help finish whatever it is."

"And that would be us," Grim finished. "It's pretty rare. The last time it happened was in the 1400's or so, I think. The book is very vauge."

"I-I don't have any unfinished business," Ryou said firmly, although he stammered slightly. "I left every loose ends tied up, so I should go to heaven."

Reaper clicked her tongue and shook her head. "Nu-uh, not yet. We may be young for Grim Reaper's, but we're not stupid. You definetely have unfinished business, and a lot of it from what I can tell."

"You have to deal with it, Ryou," Grim said gently, her voice soft and calming. "If you don't finish it, you'll keep on reincarnating, and every reincarnation will meet with the same people you meet, and whoever you have the unfinished business with, will keep on getting the same problem."

Bakura's fist tightened, his fingernails digging into his palm. His head was bent low, so you couldn't see the expression on his face clearly.

"Anyway, that's why we brought your souls here. So far, we've gathered that you have unfinished business with Bakura, but that's about all."

His head snapped up. "Wait, did you say our souls? I thought that-"

"-This is just a dream? Nah, on the street, I used a little magic so that when you reached your house, you would become unconcious and your soul would come here," Reaper said brightly. Bakura blinked, she was definetely the weirdest girl he had ever met. So happy even though she was talking about removing his soul from his body.

"Anyway," Grim interjected, "You two have to stay here, until Ryou finishes his business with you, Bakura. Then we can talk about what'll happen with his soul."

"That's easy, I want to go to heaven," Ryou said quickly.

"You may say that now, but you'll be surprised at how easily you can change your mind," Reaper said lightly, getting out of her seat. "Come, your rooms are already prepared."

After walking down the hall and down a flight of stairs, they reached their bedrooms, one across from one another. They were pretty plain, a four poster bed, a desk, a couple of chairs, and a fireplace with a burning log in it.

"It's not much, but we didn't have much time to prepare. You're free to go anywhere you want, including the forest, but be careful. Some places have dangerous things inside," she explained. "Me and my sister's room are down the hall, just knock if you need anything."

She left to go to her own room, leaving Bakura and Ryou standing alone in the hallway. After a moment of awkward silence, they said their good night's to each other and closed the door softly.

'This is really weird. Two wacko's are trying to help bring my Ryou back, when it's none of their business. Whatever Ryou's unfinished business is with me, we'll work it out on our own,' he thought while shedding his shirt and pants, leaving him only in a pair of boxers. He pulled the blood-red sheets over him, waiting for a blissful sleep to come to him.

Just as he was about to drift off, he heard a soft knock at his door. Slightly confused he told whoever it was to come in. He was surprised to see it was Ryou, wearing only his jeans and boxers. Bakura tried very hard not to stare at his pale exposed chest.

"What are you doing here?"

"I-I can't sleep, my room's too big for just one person," he said timidly, approaching the side of Bakura's bed and sitting down at the end. Bakura looked at him rather amusedly.

"So you want to sleep with me for the night?"

"Yeah, if you don't mind..."

"Of course not, Ryou."

He smiled gratefully then crawled underneath the blankets, lying on his side slightly curled up. His back was turn towards Bakura, who was resisting the urge to pounce on him and stripping him of what little clothing he wore.

"Bakura?"

"...Hm? What?"

"Are you wearing something? Because it would be really awkward if you weren't," Ryou said, blushing a little. Bakura turned pink too.

"Boxers, and that's it."

"Oh, all right."

Silence followed, but in a few moments, the two teens were sleeping peacefully, and light breathing could only be heard. A few hours later, Ryou awoke, but kept his eyes closed. He was wonderfully warm for some reason, and it wasn't the blanket. And it felt nice and cozy, why should he wake up just yet?

Snuggling closer into the warm, he felt his hand rub against something soft and satiny, and he wondered vaugely what it was.

"Mmm....miine," a familiar voice mumbled in his ear, and he froze.

Bakura and Ryou, who had been sleeping on opposite sides of the bed, had some how inched closer together in sleep, and were so close that Bakura had wrapped both arms tightly around his hikari.

"B-B-Bakura?" Ryou whispered frantically. His only response was to hug him tighter, and nuzzle his bare neck lovingly.

"My Ryou, you can't have him..." he muttered.

"Bakura, snap out of it," he whispered.

He uttered a small gasp when Bakura lightly placed small kisses on his cheek and down his neck. He squirmed slightly, was his yami out of his mind?

Then again, it did feel nice, even though he couldn't tell if Bakura was awake or asleep. He slowly relaxed and cuddled closer to him, his back leaning against Bakura's chest. Slowly sleep began to take over him again, and he smiled sleepily when he felt Bakura kiss his neck again.

'Mmm, could definetely get used to this...'

When Bakura woke up, he got confused when he saw his surroundings, but then remembered what had happened yesterday. He looked down at the soft angelic features of his hikari and smiled. He looked beautiful and peaceful when he slept.

'He looks so tempting, I really wish I could just tear off his jeans and - no, I must keep thoughts like that in the back of my head for now. Otherwise something bad might happen and he gets the wrong impression...'

So he simply placed a gentle kiss on Ryou's cheek, then started to get out of bed. A knock on the door stopped him from pulling on yesterday's shirt, and without waiting for an answer, Grim opened the door, dressed in a hardly buttoned-up black blouse and a long black skirt, topped off with her long black hair pulled in a ponytail and black lipstick. She didn't seem at all surprised that Bakura was only in boxers, and handed him a neatly folded bundle.

"Didn't you ever learn to wait for a reply before barging into a room?" he asked irritatedly. She shrugged, then smiled.

"No. Manners are something that you mortals created, and we afterlife creatures never really picked it up. Anyway, here are some fresh new clothes that you might like to wear, and there's another pair in there for Ryou. I found them while digging around my closet, they'll all fit you."

"Um, thanks I guess."

"Your welcome," she said calmly, starting to walk out.

"Hey, how come you have guy's clothing?" he asked suspiciously. She smiled that chilling smile.

"Would you believe they're the clothes of some of my victims?"

"You're sick," he said disgustedly. She laughed, almost sounding evil if it weren't for that mischevious look in her silver eyes.

"Relax, I'm kidding. They're my old boyfriend's clothes, they're safe to wear."

"Well, if you don't mind, I'll stick to wearing my own stuff, just in case your lying. I can't really imagine any guy liking you," he muttered, pulling the long sleeved shirt down over his chest. He didn't know if she heard that last remark, but if she did she was ignoring it.

"The kitchen's downstairs, and me and Reaper can't join you for breakfast unfortunately. Our killing shift starts in a couple of minutes, and we might be gone the whole day. So that means that you two'll be all alone in the castle, and you two should really take that time to work things out."

"Me and Ryou are fine, we have nothing to work out," Bakura snapped, pulling up his jeans and buttoning them. Grim raised her eyebrows then shrugged.

"Whatever, just don't ruin the castle anymore than it is already, or else you'll be paying for all of the repairs in the afterlife." She left the room and shut the door firmly, leaving the two boys alone.

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"Ah, shit!" Bakura cursed, promptly dropping the knife and sucking the blood out of the cut on his finger. He had decided not to wake up his beautiful angel, and let him sleep in. So now he was trying to make his own breakfast, even though he was fast learning that it was hard work.

"Are you all right Bakura?" a sleepy voice said, and Ryou appeared at the doorway. His eyes were still half-lidded, and his head was resting against the stone wall. He had thrown on a black button-up shirt from Grim's pile of clothing, but left it undone so that his chest was still showing. Bakura examined his finger then turned on the cold water. (A/n: Yes, they have plumbing even though they live in a castle, don't ask how)

"I'm fine, Ryou, the knife just slipped, that's all. How come you're up?"

"Mm, I always wake up around this time. Can I see how your finger is?" Bakura reluctantly showed it to him, and Ryou frowned.

"That looks like it cut deep."

"I'm fine, Ryou, really I am."

"Let me go find a bandage or something." Before he could protest, Ryou grabbed a first aid kit and opened it, cleaning the cut with iodine then wrapping gauze around it. Bakura hissed at the sting of it, but let Ryou gently do his work.

"Why do you do this?"

"Do what?" Ryou asked absentmindedly.

"Care for me, even though I've treated you like scum in the past."

Ryou paused, then looked up into the wondering gaze of his yami.

"Because....everybody needs someone to be there for," he said softly. "Even if they're the most unlikely of all people."

"...I really don't know how to thank you, Ryou, for doing this for me," Bakura said awkwardly.

Ryou gave a small smile. "You'll think of something later." After staring at each other for a few more minutes, Bakura tore his gaze away from his hikari and starting cutting up the onions and the peppers again for his omelet. Ryou started helping him, and they worked together in silence, their minds full of thoughts of each other.

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Diane: What?! I thought they were gonna kiss!!

AR: Nah, too soon. Plus I'm feeling very lazy and I don't wanna write a nice long kissing scene

Diane: -.-n Is anybody else starting to get pissed off at her?

AR: ^_^ Who me?

Diane: *glares* Your halo's crumbling into a pile of dust

AR: ^^;; Uh-oh, I feel a whacking coming on... *runs off*

Diane: Get back here you evil hikari!! *runs after her*

AR: Anyway, plz review, no flames, blah blah blah, you know what I say!! Ja ne!!!