A/N: *humming* Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you;
happy birthday, dear Sam, happy birthday to you. ^_~
Well, Sam was seventeen on the fifth (sorry it's late, hon, but
I was sick that day), so I decided to drag this poor story out
and write a chapter for her, because she is a Bakura whore and
we all know that I was dying to write another make-out scene
anyway. XD Hopefully I did a good job.
"Their Unfamiliar Feelings"
Lip-to-lip, arms and legs tangled and tight, and everything so
warm and wonderful . . .
Bakura had never felt like this. He'd never thought he could.
He was too used to being angry, to hating people, to hating
But Ryou . . .
Ryou, with the pale lips and ghostly hair and sunburnt skin and
hands that went everywhere and gave everything they touched
equal attention. Ryou, who wore his gift of jewelry proudly and
spoke so frankly. Ryou, who smiled at him and accepted his
affection and smelled like dust and sweat and roses and was so,
so beautiful . . .
"/So lovely,/" Ryou whispered, and Bakura whined at the feeling
of the other's breath on his neck.
"Ryou!" he gasped. "Oh Ra, Ryou, Ryou, RYOU!"
Ryou giggled, his hands roaming eagerly up and down the thief's
sides. Both were only half-dressed and thoroughly rumpled, and
they'd managed to knock a great deal of the ubiquitous jewelry
off the kitchen counter and table before stumbling into the main
room in a failed attempt to get upstairs. They hadn't let go of
each other since beginning, save a brief pause to yank the
boiling stew off the stove before it exploded or burst into
flames or anything inconvenient like that.
Oh, and a brief pause in which Ryou had discovered Ishtar's
hidden stash of chocolate sauce.
Ryou, by the way, looked really, really good in chocolate. And
he tasted even better.
They were definitely going to need a bath after this.
"/Blast these clothes,/" Ryou muttered, trying in vain to figure
out the complicated knot in Bakura's belt. "/How did you even
GET this so tangled?/"
"/It's supposed to be like that,/" Bakura told him with a
breathless laugh. "/Ishtar made it for me- his clothes are
"/Ishtar-san made it . . .?/" Ryou repeated, looking slightly
troubled. "/It must have been hard . . . /"
"/For him?/" Bakura shrugged. "/Eh, I doubt it. He's always
making something strange. He loves to do it- keeps his hands
"/And he loves you./" Ryou's tone brooked no argument, and all
traces of sexuality between the two stopped there.
" . . . hai," Bakura admitted slowly, not understanding the
other's reaction. He couldn't actually be jealous, could he?
Who possibly would? "/But not how you think. I told you, he
likes someone else./"
"/Who?/" Ryou demanded. "/Tell me!/"
"/Malik, the seer's brother,/" Bakura said with a sigh. "/He
lives at the palace./"
Ryou's eyes suddenly narrowed, and his fingers dug painfully
into Bakura's skin. "/Him,/" he hissed with absolute venom.
"/I remember HIM./"
* ~ * ~ *
Yuugi returned to the palace that evening soaked with beer and
irritated with Malik, and also looking Endearingly Cute (which,
if you'll recall, meant that he was plotting murder). The blond
hadn't shown for their scheduled meeting, which meant that he
was still in the dark about the enemy's current movements.
Malik was a damned good spy, but sometimes the pharaoh had to
wonder if he was really worth the trouble.
"Dear!" Isis exclaimed, dashing up to him with a blanket. "Oh
gods, look at you, you're a MESS!" Honda followed her, giving
Yuugi a bemused look.
"/Where have you been, Inquisitor-san?/" he asked suspiciously.
"/And where did you get that bracelet?/"
"/Bracelet?/" Yuugi repeated blankly; then turned a bright
crimson as he remembered. "/There was a girl at the tavern,/"
he explained sheepishly, holding up his left wrist, which now
sported an intricately-woven copper bracelet- something that
looked ridiculously cheap next to his larger gold bracers but
had clearly been made with more care. "/I bought her a drink
and she gave it to me . . . said it was a promise./"
"/Yes, I know,/" Honda murmured. "/Giving jewelry in our
culture . . . it's a promise of sex, or love, or fidelity. And
I know who that bracelet belongs to . . . /"
"/You do?!/" Yuugi exclaimed in shock.
"/Yes,/" Honda said simply. With that, he stepped back as Isis
bustled forward, wrapping a second blanket around the dripping,
"Oh, Yuugi," she said with a sigh. "Why must you try so hard?
You'll drive yourself into your grandfather's grave."
Yuugi's expression softened. "Please don't worry, Isis," he
said gently. "I'll be careful, I promise."
"You had better!" she yelled, smacking his shoulder. "Now get
to bed! Things are going to get tougher from here on. And
before you ask," she added with clear exasperation, "you WILL
see her again."
Yuugi blushed. "Thank you, Isis," he replied softly.
"You're welcome, dear," she said with a smile, patting his head.
"Now, to bed! Honda darling, be a dear and walk him there,
would you?" The speaking was pointless, of course, but she
managed to get the general idea across with hand signals.
"But what about you?!" Yuugi protested as they were herded down
"Oh, I'll be fine!" Isis reassured him with another sweet smile.
"Otogi won't try to kill me until tomorrow, and Shaadi is VERY
good at fixing knife wounds, so Honda darling won't have any
". . . you know, Isis, sometimes you creep even ME out, and
that's saying something," Yuugi said finally.
"I know, dear," she replied, and again patted his head. "Don't
worry about it. Oh, and go say hello to Seto's new pet on your
way to bed- she's in the kitchens, and it's only polite."
"'She'?" Yuugi repeated with a bemused expression. "What
happened to that blond soldier?"
"Oh, Jounouchi's not a pet!" Isis exclaimed with a laugh. Honda
visibly twitched at the name- the only thing he could recognize
out of the sentence. "Jounouchi is in LOVE with him!"
"Whaaaat?!" Yuugi yelped. "No WAY! That creepy blonde has the
hots for Seto?!"
"That too," she agreed. "But let me see . . . how did Jounouchi
phrase it? Oh, yes . . . 'Daisuki da, Seto-chan. Soreirai
zutto- warenagara. Kuchidzukeru watashi? Onegai?'" she repeated
carefully. "What does that mean? I'm afraid I don't know all
Honda and Yuugi were both staring at her.
"Um," the pharaoh stammered finally, unable to keep the blush
off his face. "Um, maybe you were right about bed. /Come on,
Honda, let's get going./"
"/Who is 'Seto-chan'?/" Honda asked, puzzled, even as he
followed the shorter boy.
"/We'll discuss it later!/" Yuugi hissed, breaking into a run as
soon as he was around the corner.
Honda looked back at Isis, bemused, but she simply smiled and
ushered him on. "You should be going also, Honda darling," she
said with a small laugh. "But . . . before you do, what does
'kuchidzukeru watashi, onegai' mean? Do you understand what I'm
"Mean . . . please do . . . please do . . ." Honda began slowly,
fumbling for words in a language he'd barely had a week to
study, "means please do . . ."
Screw it. He'd never been the sort to care about words.
So instead he demonstrated exactly what "kuchidzukeru watashi"
meant, and succeeded in being the first person to honestly shock
Isis since the day she'd been born.
"Honda go . . . kit-chen?" he asked hesitantly, hoping he had
the general idea of the words right.
"Of . . . of course," Isis stammered, raising a hand to her
mouth. "Ah . . . Yes, go."
He bowed quickly and did so. Isis watched him in confusion.
"That . . . wasn't supposed to happen," she said softly. "I'm
almost afraid to ask for the rest of the translation if those
words . . . really meant 'kiss me.'"
She couldn't repress her blush.
"But oh, God, he was a good kisser!" Isis squealed finally,
clapping her hands together.
This was definitely a new feeling. And she definitely liked it.
* ~ * ~ *
Yuugi had barely entered the kitchen when . . .
"Yami-kun!" a gleeful voice crowed, and Yuugi found himself
instantly tackled and thoroughly kissed.
"HEY!" he shrieked around the other's mouth. His attacker
pulled back, looking puzzled.
"Oh," Jounouchi said in surprise as he blinked down at the
shocked shorter boy- no one had ever DARED to touch him like
that; he was the PHARAOH, gods dammit! "It's you again. Sorry,
Pharaoh-sama . . . man, though, you taste good." Yuugi turned a
brilliant shade of red.
"Jounouchi!" Honda cried as he came in behind them.
The blonde's eyes lit up and he jumped to his feet, throwing his
arms around the other with a delighted cry. "Honda!" he crowed
happily. "/Honda, Honda, Honda! Oh my God, I was so worried!/"
Then he blinked, took in the sight of the extremely embarrassed
Yuugi, remembered he was NOT Yami, and slapped Honda upside the
head. "/You baka! You got yourself captured!/" he yelled in
"/Look who's talking!/" Honda shot back.
"/That's different!/" Jounouchi complained. "/Seto-sama is
fucking HOT! Pharaoh-sama is nowhere near as whorish!/"
Honda nearly choked. "/THAT is the pharaoh?!/" he hissed in
"/You didn't KNOW?!/" Jounouchi burst into laughter. "/You
"/You were KISSING him!/" Honda shrieked.
"/ . . . oops ?/" Jounouchi said weakly, giving him a guilty
"BAKA!" Honda yelled, cuffing him. The situation immediately
degenerated into a wrestling match, though somehow they managed
not to knock anything breakable over.
"What the fuck?" Yuugi said blankly.
"Were you hungry, my lord Pharaoh?" a polite voice inquired from
by the stoves.
"Eh?" Yuugi turned towards the sound and found a very familiar
boy there, grinning at him. "MALIK!" he yelled, grabbing him by
the shirt. "Where in hell have you been, you little bastard?!"
"Seducing my pretty boyfriend and getting yelled at by one of
his new pets," Malik reported cheerfully. "Isis said not to
meet you in the tavern because you had to run into someone
"What?" Yuugi stared at him. "But she didn't say anything when
I got back, just- oh," he realized, eyes automatically dropping
to the copper bracelet. "Her."
"Where'd that come from?" Malik asked curiously. "It looks like-
" He suddenly paled and jerked back. "Oh shit," he rasped.
"You met HER?!"
"Her who?" Yuugi repeated automatically.
"That captain!" Malik hissed. "That horrible, horrible girl!"
That was when Jounouchi leaned over and caught a glimpse of the
bracelet himself. "Anzu," he breathed, eyes wide.
For some reason, Yuugi shivered at the sound of that name.
* tbc . . . *
. : kiss me, onegai? : .