Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ You Already Have a Valentine ❯ Faire ( Chapter 4 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Ryou hopped into the front seat next to Bakura, rolling down the window. The car's engine roared to life, and once they had pulled out of the driveway, Bakura jammed the pedal to the floor. “I don't think you should be going this fast,” Ryou commented.

“Don't worry about it. I can erase the memory of any baka cops who stop us.”

“That isn't the issue, Bakura-kun. What about our lives?” Despite his complaining, Ryou obviously enjoyed the wind whipping through the window and the exhilaration of racing down a nearly empty stretch of highway. The colors whirled together into gray and brown, the power at the wheel intoxicating. Glancing over, Ryou could see the lust in Bakura's eyes, the way he gripped the wheel, leaning forward with a sinister grin. It took a moment for Ryou's newest point to register.

Bakura rolled his earthy colored eyes, but slowed to sixty-two. Releasing one hand from the wheel, he reached over to press the automatic window opener. Watching the slender finger squash the button, Ryou shivered. Then, attempting to ignore the response from his groin, innocent little Ryou leaned back in the plush leather seat, watching the pavement racing beneath their wheels. With Bakura's speed, they made what should have been a 30-minute drive in 15. Both clambered from the car, examining the medieval costumes of their fellow patrons. Few people were here this early in the day, most still at work or school.

“This isn't the sort of thing you expect to find in Japan,” Ryou wondered out loud. “I haven't been to one of these since my last time in Europe.”

“Americans looking for a new place to do these shows, I guess.” Bakura paid for their admission, figuring Ryou wouldn't appreciate it if he got them in illegally.

The entranceway where their tickets were checked appeared like a castle gate. From the ramparts above a soldier called down, “Fine day. Enjoy the fair!” Ryou smiled up, seeing the assortment of young and older men lounging across the ramparts, decked in medieval armor and armed with bows and swords. The bows weren't strung and Bakura guessed the swords, daggers and arrows were for show, dull and useless. He snorted. Foolish fearful people inhabited the world these days.

Strolling in, they were greeted by the scents of pizza, burgers, and an assortment of other foods. The stalls along the sold a number of not-quite-medieval items, including ramen, sodas, teas and coffee. Ryou grabbed Bakura's hand and yanked him farther in, finding archery and knife throwing booths. In some, the bull's-eye would earn you a prize, while others were just for entertainment. Bakura grinned in approval to see that many of these weapons were real. He won both him and Ryou sodas by accurately hitting the armored men standing as targets with rubber-tipped arrows for the volunteer's safety. Ryou didn't fair nearly as well. “They are weighted to make it hard to aim properly,” Bakura gallantly comforted a disappointed Ryou. A grin lit up the small boys face and he shrugged.

“It's fun even when you miss.”

“A loser's philosophy.”

“Hey!” Ryou chucked his Sprite at Bakura's head. Bakura ducked to the side, laughing.

“Maybe you just can't aim. You know, the soda will probably burst in you face when you open it. This statement was greeted with a sullen glare as Ryou bent to retrieve the fallen item in question. He decided to hold it for a while and wait for the bubbles inside to calm.

The pair wondered on, watched a ridiculously stupid yet hilarious goof-up of a magic show, and eventually arrived at a white tent stall that sold various leather items. They looked through the intricately patterned black leather belts, and Bakura admired a silver buckle decorated with a white skull and crimson rose. His perusal of the overpriced but intriguing design was interrupted by Ryou's cry that he should “come look at this!” The boy had discovered the leather bracelets with rings to attach chains, and the variety of different flails hung on one wall.

“Here.” Ryou thrust the handle of a black flail into his hand, positioning his stance so that Bakura stood with his left hand on his jutted left hip, his right gripping the flail, thins strips of leather hanging down to his knee. Bakura's bemused expression only added to the effect, and Ryou stuffed a fist into his mouth to stop the giggling.

“Dashing,” remarked the female shopkeeper who had witnessed the display from her perch towards the back. “I'd suggest you start with a whip that won't hurt your boyfriend as badly, though. The thicker ones, there, don't sting so much. Just don't swing too hard, or you might damage his pretty pale skin.” The dark-haired, light-skinned girl smiled helpfully, pulling out a red and black flail with more strips. Despite Bakura's protest that she had it all wrong, Ryou pressed the new whip into his hand, grinning at the eerie look it evoked.

The girl, who introduced herself as Jasmine in a distinctly American accent, brought over two of the bondage bracelets and a collar with a similar silver ring attached. Ryou enthusiastically donned them, turning to Bakura for approval. “I look absolutely gorgeous, right?” Ryou executed a girlish twirl, wiggling his ass a little for Bakura's benefit. Bakura raised and eyebrow, still apparently displeased. “Come on, you know you're having fun!”

Bakura had meant to make Ryou enjoy himself, but this new development, combined with this morning's sleep talking episode, put him on edge. On the upside, Bakura had a feeling Ryou wouldn't mind the effect this was having on his body.

At Ryou's behest, Bakura bought the whip, bracelets, and color, along with chains they found in a nearby shop. After that they were both nibbling on rock candy, pockets loaded with assortments of maple candy and several brightly food coloring stained other sweets. They'd reached the end of this aisle of shops and found the jousting arena just in time to get seats. Ironically, “good” always won. Bakura opened his mouth to comment on the unrealism of that, but was interrupted by Yugi's excited squeal.

“Bakura-kun! Yami Bakura! Over here!”

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And I'll end it here so I needn't delay the posting of this chapter any longer. Ja ne!

~Mala