YD: Um... sorry?

HS: Don't hurt me.

Smashed

Chapter three, Three Tequila

The three remaining Lights stepped on to the stage again. They had decided to annoy their Darker halves even more by drawing all the attention to themselves.

Kkwy engaged herself in another contest, trying the drink the rumpled businessman under. Bakura saw that it wouldn’t take too long. Yami was too busy watching his hikari sing and admiring his form.

Bakura growled possessively when Ryou’s interest was sparked by another. He could tell just from the way they stood that they were flirting. Jealousy raged within him. Ryou was his! Wait, his? Where the hell did that come from? Oh well. Bakura decided to go along with his possessiveness and stalked over to his hikari.

Ryou gasped when Bakura’s arms snaked around his was, pulling him back into a warm body. The person Ryou had been talking too frowned and opened his mouth to protest.

“Ryou is mine, ahou. Stay away from him.” His voice barely concealed the poison-tipped threat that so desired to make itself known. The fool didn’t budge.

“Yami… what’s gotten into you?” Bakura growled one last time at the offending person and dragged Ryou away. Once they were in the privacy of the shadows, Bakura started shaking his hikari.

“What the hell were you doing with him? You’re mine! No one touches what’s mine without dying!” Bakura snarled at his other. Ryou glared back and pulled away.

“I belong to no one, Bakura! And especially not to you! I’m not a trophy to be won and forgotten. But you’re too blinded by your pride to see anything!” Ryou’s formerly soft brown eyes blazed hatred at his Darkness. Bakura was stunned that Ryou even had a drop of hate in him.

“You’re mine because I’m your Darkness. Ryou…” Bakura sighed. He placed his hands on Ryou’s shoulders and pulled him close. “You’re a Light and you wouldn’t understand Darkness’s attachment to brightness. I’m… I’m…” Ryou listened. He knew when Bakura was trying to say something uncharacteristic. “Forget it. Just leave.” He pushed Ryou away roughly, but the gesture was still gentle in a way.

“If you ever want to talk, Bakura, I’ll always be here.” Bakura nodded and Ryou left the shadowed corner. Bakura stared after Ryou’s retreating form and sighed.

“That’s what I don’t want to lose, hikari.”

Yami watched as his Yuugi was surrounded by lots of people, all asking different things. Some were idiotic questions about his dating status. Some were about marriage. But his little hikari cared only for getting out of the large crowd. Growling when one person dared reach out to touch his Yuugi, Yami forced his way through the mass of bodies.

“Yami!”

Yami did nothing but grab his hikari’s arm and dragged him out of the crowd. The clamor of the crowd died away as they moved towards the back of the club. In the safety of the shadows, Yami pinned his Yuugi against the wall, hands next to his other’s head.

“Yami… what are you doing?” Yami’s eyes raked across Yuugi’s body, admiring each and every feature. Yuugi’s lips were slightly parted, as if inviting Yami to taste him. He could feel his aibou’s heartbeat and it was steadily getting faster.

“Mine…” Yami whispered, breath ghosting over Yuugi’s ear. He shivered, though it was not cold. Gone was the Yami that Yuugi knew.

“Yami…” Surprisingly, Yuugi did not struggle. But then… Yami pulled a knife out and went crazy! He went around for the next few years, cackling evilly as he let his insanity take over. He was never caught and the world’s population was severely reduced. No? Fine, take away all my fun. Rawr. :looks up: I think I ruined the moment. :smirk:

Yami leaned down slowly. Yuugi’s breath hitched slightly. Their lips connected, sending sparks jolting through their bodies. Yami licked his hikari’s lips and deepened their kiss, pressing into his hikari’s body. Yuugi moaned slightly.

“Yami, what are we doing?”

“Realizing our feelings?” Yami answered lamely. Yuugi pushed his Dark away, panting. Yami obediently retreated, only going a few feet away. He noticed Yuugi’s kiss-bruised lips and his disheveled appearance. His hand twitched. Yami didn’t remember what happened after that. He only remembered Yuugi’s cry of surprise before he smashed his lips against the other. Then everything blurred…

Marik grinned cheerily, a most uncharacteristically. Malik clung to his new lover with a wide smile as well. They stepped out into the dance floor and twirled each other around, delightfully happy. Bakura watched then dance jealously, clutching the drink in his hand harshly.

Ryou was dancing with another, but barely touching his partner. Bakura growled, eye twitching slightly. It was the same guy that had been flirting with his hikari earlier. The glass in his hand broke, sending fragments flying everywhere. Bakura did not notice. He dropped the broken glass and stomped out of the club.

Ladies and Gentlemen, Elvis – Wait… Bakura has left the building!

Ryou smirked when he felt the pull. Even though they were not completely civil with each other, Ryou still felt Bakura’s presence. He moved away from his dance partner and sat down with Kkwy and Akhu.

“So how’s business?” Ryou asked, referring to the drinking she was doing. People kept losing money to her, because they were too stupid to just give up. She smirked and counted the money in her hand.

“My Precious,” she hissed as Gollum did in Lord of the Rings. It was quite an uncanny resemblance. Akhu grinned happily, oblivious as ever to her yami’s quirky traits.

“Let’s dance, Ryou-kun!”

So they did. Akhu wasn’t really that bad… She would’ve been a little more interesting if Ryou actually swung that way. Fortunately for us, he’s gay. Or unfortunately for all those homophobes. :glares:

Jounouchi and Kaiba stepped onto the dance floor as well, smiling. And if you’ve never seen Kaiba smile… imagine your favorite Yuugiou couple. Now picture them together… naked… in a bed… You smiling? Or drooling:drowns in drool: Okay, okay! Imagine them kissing! Imagine the fluff:dies in drool: Yuck. Oh whatever. He’s smiling. Deal with it. :twitch:

Malik and Marik stepped onto the stage. Because we all know that the authoress is crazy and obsessed with the damn stage. Anyway, they were wearing Pirate outfits. Don’t ask where they got them. It wasn’t pretty.

They did their best Pirates imitation, which was quite good. All the Pirates + Yuugiou + Bronzeshipping fans fainted on the spot, twitching. Marik cackled evilly at the many fangirls (boys?) lying on the floor, drooling or snoring. Take your pick.

Ryou jumped out of the way in time as Akhu hit the deck with the rest of the crew. He saluted to Marik, who was the Captain, and bowed mockingly. Marik was too busy staring at his Light to care much. But he gave a lazy salute anyway.

Bakura came back into the building, having controlled his uncontrollable urge to shoot/main/kill someone. Wait… if his urge :gigglesnort: was uncontrollable… how did he control it? WTF? Aw, screw it.

He saw people getting back up, rubbing the spot where they had landed, looked at the stage, and prompted fainted again.

Marik was kissing his Light hungrily. :twitch:

Jounouchi and Kaiba were at the bar, sharing a coke. Neither wanted to be drunk off their asses tonight. And the reason Kaiba was drunk off his ass was because… because… because I said so, damn it! I don’t need a reason!

Kkwy kept winning her challenges. Yes, she’s got quite a grip on her alcohol. But, she’s a yami. She cheats. :evil cackle: Poor fools that challenged her never won. But they kept coming because Kkwy’s low on cash and she needed more... and because the author loves making these poor fools suffer!

Let’s take a peek into what Yami’s doing :coughYuugicough: right now.

…Damn… That’s hot. And yet, Yuugi still hasn’t objected to a thing Yami was doing. Pity Yami won’t remember it tomorrow. Oh come on, I’m a rabid Puzzleshipper! You didn’t think I could stay away from T3H WAFF! and ZOMG WANGST! did you?

Anyway, back to the rest of the motley crew. And if you don’t know what it means, it means MULTICOLORED! Fwahahahahaha!

Marik was cackling madly, much like the authoress is doing now, and swinging his sword, (Not that sword, hentais!) muttering something about Davy Jones’s Locker. What the hell is that anyway?

Akhu was still on the floor, ded from the Waff-ness. Gotta love that fluff. Hold on. I just got this incredible urge to spew random ch4tsp34k! lyk3, ph34r m3! Okay, done now.

Bakura was trying to get drunk and not doing a good job of it. We all know he’ll never get drunk! We also know that he wouldn’t push Marik off the stage and start singing the Wiggles theme song. Okay, he’s drunk. So shoot me. :shot:

Malik was picking Marik up, kissing him forcefully at the same time. Takahashi-sama knows how they got up… or how they managed to get into a room before the heavier activities began. Ehm, let’s leave them alone.

Soft music started to play, a change from the toxic, harsh beat. Jounouchi and Kaiba slow-danced together, enjoying the tender moment. Bakura watched them, glaring with jealousy clearly evident in his eyes. Ryou watched his other half but said nothing.

A girl came up to Ryou and asked for a dance. Bakura heard her and barely restrained himself from growling. But to Bakura’s surprise, Ryou refused the offer. Disappointed, the girl left.

“Why did you refuse her?” Ryou turned towards his yami, eyes wistful.

“I just don’t want to dance… with her.”

“Well, who do you want to dance with?” Bakura asked, probing. Ryou looked away and smiled.

“Oh, he doesn’t like dancing. I wouldn’t want to ask him.”

“Do you want to dance with me?” Ryou, caught off guard, merely gaped at his other half. Bakura looked at him levelly, letting him know that he was not kidding. He stood in front of Ryou.

“Bakura…”

“Would you do me the immense honor of accepting me for the next dance?”

Ryou gaped, floored. “I… I… yes, Bakura, I’ll dance with you.”

Bakura smirked, dropping the old English accent. He grabbed Ryou’s wrist and pulled him to his feet. The slow dance ended, and a faster paced song quickly replaced it.

“Then dance, hikari,”

To Be Continued

YD: Yes, I realize Bakura is OOC. He just had a lot to drink, that’s all. Tomorrow, he’ll be back to his nasty self.

HS: Um… :hides: Review please!