Me: -_-;; Would you look at that, another chapter of this thing got
written.
Bakura: And it sucks Marik's ass.
Malik: I could do that for you!
Me: Right. . . . anyway, um, yeah. Sorry it took so long. I know where I'm going, but don't know how I want to get there. But a big thank you to the reviewers nonetheless! Oh, and Star Light Shadow, about Seot and Jou going to Hawaii, my mind concocted a whole seperate fic for that O_O;; so I'll see how it turns out. ^_^ Thanks again everybody!
Bakura: I still think you suck.
Me: Shut up you insane murderous jackass drop-dead hottie sexy albino.
Bakura: :)
Me: . . . . Damn. *sighs* Okay, here you go Ryou/Bakura fans. Hope you enjoy!
Please please PLEASE read and review!
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Lightning flashed and thunder boomed outside the window of Bakura and Ryou's hotel room in Moscow. The hikari was recoiled under the blankets in fear, whimpering.
Bakura rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Chill out, weakling. It's just a storm."
Ryou moaned as torrents of rain pounded deafeningly against the glass. He could hear the wind shrieking from inside his nest on the bed.
"W-we never had storms this b-bad back home," he stammered shakily.
"You never got caught in a sandstorm either," Bakura scoffed. He stared out the window, recalling the feeling with disgust. "Needles pricking you relentlessly," the yami murmured. "You can't see, you're afraid to breathe that coarse air, the grit biting and tearing at your flesh, all you can do is wait until it's over and pray that you'll still be there. . . ." He trailed off and lightning flashed.
Ryou poked his head out slowly, like a tortoise. He timidly asked, "You experienced one?"
Bakura narrowed his eyes, snapping out of his reverie. "Many."
". . . .Oh. . . ." Ryou said awkwardly.
The light side sat up slowly, and risked a glance at the window.
CRACK!
"Eep!" Ryou squealed as lightning flared not far from their hotel, and dove into the sheets again.
"Oh for Ra's sake!" spat Bakura irritably, stomping over and yanking the blinds down, cutting off the view of the furiously raging tempest.
Ryou peeped out of his hideyhole, then hesitantly emerged.
"See?" Bakura snapped. "Nothing to be afraid of!"
Ryou remained silent and looked at him fearfully, wincing as thunder roared again. Bakura sighed.
"Look, don't make this into one of your sad little 'Bakura's so mean to me' things. I'm intending to -enjoy- my time away from that boring hobo junction you call a house. Why don't we just watch TV or something?"
Ryou nodded nervously, glad for a distraction, even though he knew there probably wouldn't be any Japanese channels in Russia. Bakura went over to turn on the television, but as soon as his finger touched the button, the machine started blowing sparks and without warning, all the power flickered out. The room was plunged into darkness, the only source of light the sparking electricity outside the window.
"KSO!" cursed Bakura, sprinting over and running his singed fingers through cool water. Ryou, who had stood up from the bed, was frozen in fear, staring through the slits in the blinds.
Bakura saw his paralyzation, sighed, and after drying off his hands, walked over to tell the hikari to use the Ring for light.
As soon as he was about to lay a hand on the boy's shoulder, however, a thundering crash resounded throughout the room and Ryou yelled out. He whirled around and instinctively jumped into his yami's arms, knocking them both onto the bed.
"Oompf!"
Ryou cowered into Bakura's surprised embrace, clinging tightly.
"L-light?" asked the dark side uncertainly, awkwardly bringing his arms around Ryou.
Ryou sniffled and shivered. Bakura sighed, and smiled softly, though the hikari couldn't see it.
"Guess you really are afraid of storms, aren't you?" Ryou nodded meekly.
"It's stupid, I know," he mumbled bitterly. "But. . . . it was storming the night mother died. . . ." A tear leaked out.
Bakua gently pulled them up to the top of the bed, and draped a cover over them both. He pulled Ryou closer to him, and they both wrapped their arms securely around each other.
"It's okay, Ryou," Bakura soothed. "Just go to sleep. It will pass. . . . It always does."
'Besides,' he thought to himself. 'I'm never going to win anything with a scared rabbit of a partner.'
Bakura looked down at Ryou, half with fondness. But in the other half of him, the black, backstabbing weasel had begun to emerge.
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Morning in Russia dawned bright and cheery, and whilst the two Bakuras were crunching on their breakfast, a letter was delivered.
"Yes!" cheered the yami and eagerly opened it, Ryou peering over his shoulder.
Dear Ryou and Bakura,
How are things up there in Moscow? I'll bet you're dying to know what your first treasure is! And Bakura, don't wet yourself just yet.
Bakura scowled at the letter and promptly stopped bouncing up and down with barely contained excitement.
Well, here's a clue. You're looking for one that hides in another, that hides in another, and another, and so on. It's quite easily obtained here, and I bet you already know what it is; I thought I would give you a break because this is the first hunt. Enclosed is the next installment of money, and tomorrow's traveling plans. Better find your 'treasure' quick!
--Sugoroku Motou
Bakura blanched for a moment, and then--
"He didn't even tell us what the hell we're looking for!" the yami exploded. He rounded on Ryou. "What kind of stupid impossible game have you gotten me into, hikari?!"
Ryou inspected the letter again.
"Well, it can't be that difficult, obviously." He shrugged. "How about we just go sightseeing for a bit and see if anything catches our eye?"
"I bet the -Phaoah- got told -exactly- what -he's- looking for!" Bakura glowered, not quite finished with his little rant. "I even bet he cheated and tried to use his hikari to coax the location out of that old geezer! Why I oughta--!"
"Calm down, sheesh," said Ryou, rolling his eyes. His yami humphed.
"You weren't so self-confident and know-it-all last -night-." The light side blushed.
"I said I was sorry, okay?" he mumbled embarrassedly. Bakura brushed the subject off.
"Anyhow, just how -long- are you going to -take- eating that nasty, stale, imported cereal?" he grumbled, striding over to pull on his jacket and shoes. "If we're gonna sightsee, let's not wait until dark!"
"We could sightsee in the dark, too!" Ryou defended himself.
"No, 'cause in the dark is when I'm going to go jack us some better food," the dark side scoffed. Ryou shook his head and pulled on his own coat.
"Just wait for me to tie my shoes, then I'll be ready," he offered. Bakura tapped his foot impatiently.
"C'mon!"
"Hold your horses."
"I don't have any. Do you want me to get some? I'm sure the -Pharoah- got horses over in wherever."
"That wasn't what I meant, genius."
"I know I am."
Ryou exhaled in exasperation. "There, I'm done--!"
"About time!" Bakura exclaimed, grabbing Ryou's arm and immediately dragging him out of the hotel and down the street.
They came across tourist maps at the corner, and after much bickering decided that the first thing they would go see would be St. Basil's Cathedral.
"That's it?" said Bakura grouchily as they stepped out of a taxi and into Red Square. "It's just a big church. There's nothing about some -building- that matches the clue."
"Yami," said Ryou reprovingly. "This is a very famous place! You should consider yourself lucky to be here."
Bakura huffed.
Ryou ignored him and looked around, spotting other things that he had learned about in World History.
"And look! There are the walls of the Kremlin! The President of Russia lives there!"
[A/N -Kremlin- comes from a Russian word meaning fortress. Yeah. I take it you all don't want Russian history 101 right now (and that's fine with me, cuz I just have a little paperback book on the country in front of me and am trying to make Ryou sound smart ^_^;;) so I'll shut up.]
"The head honcho, eh?" asked Bakura, eyeing the golden onion domes of the Kremlin's inner buildings with a spark of interest. "So. . . . I take it there's a lot of top secret stuff in there, huh?"
"I'm not sure; I guess so," replied Ryou absently, turning to eye the cost for a boat ride at the lake nearby. Then something snapped in his head and he spun back around in time to catch the sneaky smirk on his yami's face. "Bakura, -no-."
"Aw, why not?" the thief whined, looking at the fortress longingly. Ryou could visibly see his hands itching to carry some random stolen good.
"Because that's not what we're here for," the hikari insisted. "You -promised- that you would behave!"
"Did not!" Bakura retorted. "-You- got us into this, remember?"
Ryou's gaze did not waver.
"-No-."
"You're so boring," Bakura muttered, pouting.
"I'm not in the slammer now either, am I?" the light side pointed out persistently.
"Yeah, yeah, shut up." The yami reluctantly turned away from the Kremlin. "So, are we actually planning to spend more time at this mind-numbing place or are we going to go somewhere -fun-?"
"Well," Ryou piped up brightly, "Actually there's quite a few museums in and around here that I would like to--"
"Taxi!" yelled Bakura, in terror of actually having to learn something.
"Yami!" Ryou said angrily, but he was quickly shoved into a cab and whisked away with Bakura. "Where on earth did you tell this driver to go?"
"GUM," said Bakura happily.
"Gum?" asked Ryou in confusion. The dark side nodded. "Bakura, what in the world are--?"
"I saw a sign for it right over there," the thief said carelessly. The hikari looked out the window, where, sure enough, across the street there was a giant deparment store with the letters G U M on the front.
"Shopping?" he inquired.
"Yep! As long as we have free money, might as well use it, right?"
There was silence for a moment.
"Bakura, why did you have us take a cab when it was right across the street?"
The yami sweatdropped as they pulled up to the doors only about sixty seconds after they had gotten into the car.
"Never mind that now!" he said hastily, ushering Ryou out. "It's time to shop!"
Ryou sighed as he was towed into the mall. Somehow he got the feeling that he would be owing Yugi's grandfather a very large sum of money at the end of this trip.
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"I don't know. . . ." my hikari's voice came from inside one of the countless dressing rooms.
"For Ra's sake, let me -see- it at least!" I called back irritably. Jeez, you'd think the guy would loosen up once in a while. It isn't even leather! I finally pick -normal- clothes, and he chickens out again!
"Why do you want to see me in this anyway?" Ryou asked suspisciously.
"Because the other clothes that you have are making me gag!"
Seriously though, he only changes his style about once every year! I'm suffocating, here!
"Well. . . . okay then. . . ." Ryou timidly opened the door and stepped out. He was wearing tight designer jeans, a small, bloodred T-shirt that was purposely cut off high enough for a sizable strip of milky skin to be visible, and a trendy sleeveless jacket made from dyed denim fabric.
"You look great!" I said, grinning and clapping my hands together. Ryou blushed.
"I look like a girl."
"You didn't need -my- help to do that. Besides, on you it looks. . . ." I scanned my light up and down, and saw him shift nervously. "Natural."
"I don't look like a girl naturally," Ryou sulked. Oh yes you do, hikari.
I'm not even sure what possessed me to pick those clothes in the first place, but I'm sure glad I spotted them. It's not even a -huge- change, just adds a little spice to his appearance. Those pants are only a -little- bit tighter than his other ones, and by Ra he has a nice stomach (why is my mouth watering?).
He just looks so. . . . cute. . . .
Damn, I didn't just think that did I?
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Ryou blinked as Bakura shook his head vigorously before looking back up at him.
"What?"
"Nothing," his yami said, a little too quickly. "We're getting those, come on."
"But--but--," stuttered Ryou, surveying his feminine appearance with distaste again and frantically looking around for a different clothing item. His eyes fell upon a navy blue hoodie. "That! We have to get the hoodie too!"
"Fine," said Bakura impatiently. "Now let's hurry and go get accessories!"
Ryou put his head in his hands.
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Many hours and a some very kawaii additions to Ryou later, it was time for dinner, and Bakura was still going with full steam.
"So, Ryou, where we gonna eat? Huh? Huh? Where?" the dark side said hyperly, putting his arm around his hikari's waist yet again.
"Where do you want to eat tonight, yami?" asked Ryou exasperatedly, blushing for the millionth time that day.
Ever since he had gotten that blessed belly shirt, he had noticed that Bakura would not stop touching him. For the first few hours, the dark side's hands on his bare stomach had been under the excuse of "To stop those revolting females from staring at you.", but that had been shot down as soon as Ryou had put his new hoodie on and Bakura continued to slip his hands underneath the material.
Not that the light side was complaining. -Far- from it. He thoroughly enjoyed the giddy feeling he got whenever his yami's hands glided over his bare skin or burrowed their way a slight bit below his waistline, and now the two were simply walking with their arms around each other so that their needs were both satisfied.
Ryou's need being to be able to lean against his crush, and Bakura's need being his sudden, unstoppable desire to touch Ryou more intimately then usual, hence his arm being stuck up the albino's sweatshirt and visibly running over his stomach at length.
[Bakura: A little forward, aren't I?
Me: T-T Cut me some slack. It's what, 2 A.M.?]
Anyway, back to the conversation.
"Really? I can pick?" Bakura exclaimed in excitement. Ryou nodded against his better judgment. "Yes! I pick. . . ." He paused to look around for a random advertisement. "The circus!"
". . . . . . . The circus?" asked Ryou in exasperation.
"Fo sho, dirty!" Bakura grinned.
"I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU THAT YOU WEREN'T GHETTO!" the light side cried, pulling on his hair exasperatedly. The yami jumped back in alarm at his hikari's sudden outburst.
"Jeez, simmer down now!"
"Just get me a friggin' taxi," Ryou sighed. Bakura shrugged and did as he asked.
Within the hour the two were occupying front row seats to the Moscow State Circus, and Ryou was severly regretting having let Bakura buy popcorn.
"Hey, maybe I can hit that lion this time!"
"NO!"
"You're so boring."
Of course, it being a circus, basically all there was to eat for 'dinner' was hot dogs, cotton candy, popcorn, and nuts. [A/N What are you suppose to eat at a Russian circus??] And so the night went on and Bakura got -very- hyper, to the point where Ryou practically had to sit on him to keep him in his seat for the final act. As you know, Bakura had no objections whatsoever to Ryou being on his lap, but did sit still during the finale.
The act definitely went out with a bang. Fireworks, horses, elephants, clowns, jugglers, trapese artists, and much more all burst into the ring, parading around and around to the cheering crowd.
As it drew to a close, Ryou suddenly realized that they had forgotten to find their object that day, which he realized probably put them behind everyone else, which would piss Bakura off.
. . . . . Oops. But then, his yami nudged him in the side rather forcefully and pointed down next to the Ringmaster.
"Hey Ryou, I think those things fit the discription!" he whispered excitedly.
"What things?" Ryou looked around. "Where?"
"There, baka! Those big wooden things!" Ryou's gaze followed his dark side's pointing figure, and he broke into a grin. Down on the stage there were several wooden containers painted to look like figurines, each one smaller than the one before it.
"-Matreshka- dolls! Duh!" The hikari smiled as he remembered their clue while watching the objects be opened and put inside one another.
'You're looking for one that hides in another, that hides in another, and another, and so on.'
Yep, that was it alright!
They promptly went to the souvenier booth to obtain a cheap set of their own, and then headed back to the hotel.
Ryou breathed out a sigh of relief.
One item down, and only Ra-knows-how-many to go.
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tbc?
Bakura: SEE! I was right! Crap-city!
Me: I had writer's block, ok?!
Bakura: NOT WHEN YOU'RE WRITING ABOUT ME IT'S NOT OK!
Me: . Please review and forgive me for being a crappy authoress!
Bakura: And it sucks Marik's ass.
Malik: I could do that for you!
Me: Right. . . . anyway, um, yeah. Sorry it took so long. I know where I'm going, but don't know how I want to get there. But a big thank you to the reviewers nonetheless! Oh, and Star Light Shadow, about Seot and Jou going to Hawaii, my mind concocted a whole seperate fic for that O_O;; so I'll see how it turns out. ^_^ Thanks again everybody!
Bakura: I still think you suck.
Me: Shut up you insane murderous jackass drop-dead hottie sexy albino.
Bakura: :)
Me: . . . . Damn. *sighs* Okay, here you go Ryou/Bakura fans. Hope you enjoy!
Please please PLEASE read and review!
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Lightning flashed and thunder boomed outside the window of Bakura and Ryou's hotel room in Moscow. The hikari was recoiled under the blankets in fear, whimpering.
Bakura rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Chill out, weakling. It's just a storm."
Ryou moaned as torrents of rain pounded deafeningly against the glass. He could hear the wind shrieking from inside his nest on the bed.
"W-we never had storms this b-bad back home," he stammered shakily.
"You never got caught in a sandstorm either," Bakura scoffed. He stared out the window, recalling the feeling with disgust. "Needles pricking you relentlessly," the yami murmured. "You can't see, you're afraid to breathe that coarse air, the grit biting and tearing at your flesh, all you can do is wait until it's over and pray that you'll still be there. . . ." He trailed off and lightning flashed.
Ryou poked his head out slowly, like a tortoise. He timidly asked, "You experienced one?"
Bakura narrowed his eyes, snapping out of his reverie. "Many."
". . . .Oh. . . ." Ryou said awkwardly.
The light side sat up slowly, and risked a glance at the window.
CRACK!
"Eep!" Ryou squealed as lightning flared not far from their hotel, and dove into the sheets again.
"Oh for Ra's sake!" spat Bakura irritably, stomping over and yanking the blinds down, cutting off the view of the furiously raging tempest.
Ryou peeped out of his hideyhole, then hesitantly emerged.
"See?" Bakura snapped. "Nothing to be afraid of!"
Ryou remained silent and looked at him fearfully, wincing as thunder roared again. Bakura sighed.
"Look, don't make this into one of your sad little 'Bakura's so mean to me' things. I'm intending to -enjoy- my time away from that boring hobo junction you call a house. Why don't we just watch TV or something?"
Ryou nodded nervously, glad for a distraction, even though he knew there probably wouldn't be any Japanese channels in Russia. Bakura went over to turn on the television, but as soon as his finger touched the button, the machine started blowing sparks and without warning, all the power flickered out. The room was plunged into darkness, the only source of light the sparking electricity outside the window.
"KSO!" cursed Bakura, sprinting over and running his singed fingers through cool water. Ryou, who had stood up from the bed, was frozen in fear, staring through the slits in the blinds.
Bakura saw his paralyzation, sighed, and after drying off his hands, walked over to tell the hikari to use the Ring for light.
As soon as he was about to lay a hand on the boy's shoulder, however, a thundering crash resounded throughout the room and Ryou yelled out. He whirled around and instinctively jumped into his yami's arms, knocking them both onto the bed.
"Oompf!"
Ryou cowered into Bakura's surprised embrace, clinging tightly.
"L-light?" asked the dark side uncertainly, awkwardly bringing his arms around Ryou.
Ryou sniffled and shivered. Bakura sighed, and smiled softly, though the hikari couldn't see it.
"Guess you really are afraid of storms, aren't you?" Ryou nodded meekly.
"It's stupid, I know," he mumbled bitterly. "But. . . . it was storming the night mother died. . . ." A tear leaked out.
Bakua gently pulled them up to the top of the bed, and draped a cover over them both. He pulled Ryou closer to him, and they both wrapped their arms securely around each other.
"It's okay, Ryou," Bakura soothed. "Just go to sleep. It will pass. . . . It always does."
'Besides,' he thought to himself. 'I'm never going to win anything with a scared rabbit of a partner.'
Bakura looked down at Ryou, half with fondness. But in the other half of him, the black, backstabbing weasel had begun to emerge.
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Morning in Russia dawned bright and cheery, and whilst the two Bakuras were crunching on their breakfast, a letter was delivered.
"Yes!" cheered the yami and eagerly opened it, Ryou peering over his shoulder.
Dear Ryou and Bakura,
How are things up there in Moscow? I'll bet you're dying to know what your first treasure is! And Bakura, don't wet yourself just yet.
Bakura scowled at the letter and promptly stopped bouncing up and down with barely contained excitement.
Well, here's a clue. You're looking for one that hides in another, that hides in another, and another, and so on. It's quite easily obtained here, and I bet you already know what it is; I thought I would give you a break because this is the first hunt. Enclosed is the next installment of money, and tomorrow's traveling plans. Better find your 'treasure' quick!
--Sugoroku Motou
Bakura blanched for a moment, and then--
"He didn't even tell us what the hell we're looking for!" the yami exploded. He rounded on Ryou. "What kind of stupid impossible game have you gotten me into, hikari?!"
Ryou inspected the letter again.
"Well, it can't be that difficult, obviously." He shrugged. "How about we just go sightseeing for a bit and see if anything catches our eye?"
"I bet the -Phaoah- got told -exactly- what -he's- looking for!" Bakura glowered, not quite finished with his little rant. "I even bet he cheated and tried to use his hikari to coax the location out of that old geezer! Why I oughta--!"
"Calm down, sheesh," said Ryou, rolling his eyes. His yami humphed.
"You weren't so self-confident and know-it-all last -night-." The light side blushed.
"I said I was sorry, okay?" he mumbled embarrassedly. Bakura brushed the subject off.
"Anyhow, just how -long- are you going to -take- eating that nasty, stale, imported cereal?" he grumbled, striding over to pull on his jacket and shoes. "If we're gonna sightsee, let's not wait until dark!"
"We could sightsee in the dark, too!" Ryou defended himself.
"No, 'cause in the dark is when I'm going to go jack us some better food," the dark side scoffed. Ryou shook his head and pulled on his own coat.
"Just wait for me to tie my shoes, then I'll be ready," he offered. Bakura tapped his foot impatiently.
"C'mon!"
"Hold your horses."
"I don't have any. Do you want me to get some? I'm sure the -Pharoah- got horses over in wherever."
"That wasn't what I meant, genius."
"I know I am."
Ryou exhaled in exasperation. "There, I'm done--!"
"About time!" Bakura exclaimed, grabbing Ryou's arm and immediately dragging him out of the hotel and down the street.
They came across tourist maps at the corner, and after much bickering decided that the first thing they would go see would be St. Basil's Cathedral.
"That's it?" said Bakura grouchily as they stepped out of a taxi and into Red Square. "It's just a big church. There's nothing about some -building- that matches the clue."
"Yami," said Ryou reprovingly. "This is a very famous place! You should consider yourself lucky to be here."
Bakura huffed.
Ryou ignored him and looked around, spotting other things that he had learned about in World History.
"And look! There are the walls of the Kremlin! The President of Russia lives there!"
[A/N -Kremlin- comes from a Russian word meaning fortress. Yeah. I take it you all don't want Russian history 101 right now (and that's fine with me, cuz I just have a little paperback book on the country in front of me and am trying to make Ryou sound smart ^_^;;) so I'll shut up.]
"The head honcho, eh?" asked Bakura, eyeing the golden onion domes of the Kremlin's inner buildings with a spark of interest. "So. . . . I take it there's a lot of top secret stuff in there, huh?"
"I'm not sure; I guess so," replied Ryou absently, turning to eye the cost for a boat ride at the lake nearby. Then something snapped in his head and he spun back around in time to catch the sneaky smirk on his yami's face. "Bakura, -no-."
"Aw, why not?" the thief whined, looking at the fortress longingly. Ryou could visibly see his hands itching to carry some random stolen good.
"Because that's not what we're here for," the hikari insisted. "You -promised- that you would behave!"
"Did not!" Bakura retorted. "-You- got us into this, remember?"
Ryou's gaze did not waver.
"-No-."
"You're so boring," Bakura muttered, pouting.
"I'm not in the slammer now either, am I?" the light side pointed out persistently.
"Yeah, yeah, shut up." The yami reluctantly turned away from the Kremlin. "So, are we actually planning to spend more time at this mind-numbing place or are we going to go somewhere -fun-?"
"Well," Ryou piped up brightly, "Actually there's quite a few museums in and around here that I would like to--"
"Taxi!" yelled Bakura, in terror of actually having to learn something.
"Yami!" Ryou said angrily, but he was quickly shoved into a cab and whisked away with Bakura. "Where on earth did you tell this driver to go?"
"GUM," said Bakura happily.
"Gum?" asked Ryou in confusion. The dark side nodded. "Bakura, what in the world are--?"
"I saw a sign for it right over there," the thief said carelessly. The hikari looked out the window, where, sure enough, across the street there was a giant deparment store with the letters G U M on the front.
"Shopping?" he inquired.
"Yep! As long as we have free money, might as well use it, right?"
There was silence for a moment.
"Bakura, why did you have us take a cab when it was right across the street?"
The yami sweatdropped as they pulled up to the doors only about sixty seconds after they had gotten into the car.
"Never mind that now!" he said hastily, ushering Ryou out. "It's time to shop!"
Ryou sighed as he was towed into the mall. Somehow he got the feeling that he would be owing Yugi's grandfather a very large sum of money at the end of this trip.
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"I don't know. . . ." my hikari's voice came from inside one of the countless dressing rooms.
"For Ra's sake, let me -see- it at least!" I called back irritably. Jeez, you'd think the guy would loosen up once in a while. It isn't even leather! I finally pick -normal- clothes, and he chickens out again!
"Why do you want to see me in this anyway?" Ryou asked suspisciously.
"Because the other clothes that you have are making me gag!"
Seriously though, he only changes his style about once every year! I'm suffocating, here!
"Well. . . . okay then. . . ." Ryou timidly opened the door and stepped out. He was wearing tight designer jeans, a small, bloodred T-shirt that was purposely cut off high enough for a sizable strip of milky skin to be visible, and a trendy sleeveless jacket made from dyed denim fabric.
"You look great!" I said, grinning and clapping my hands together. Ryou blushed.
"I look like a girl."
"You didn't need -my- help to do that. Besides, on you it looks. . . ." I scanned my light up and down, and saw him shift nervously. "Natural."
"I don't look like a girl naturally," Ryou sulked. Oh yes you do, hikari.
I'm not even sure what possessed me to pick those clothes in the first place, but I'm sure glad I spotted them. It's not even a -huge- change, just adds a little spice to his appearance. Those pants are only a -little- bit tighter than his other ones, and by Ra he has a nice stomach (why is my mouth watering?).
He just looks so. . . . cute. . . .
Damn, I didn't just think that did I?
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Ryou blinked as Bakura shook his head vigorously before looking back up at him.
"What?"
"Nothing," his yami said, a little too quickly. "We're getting those, come on."
"But--but--," stuttered Ryou, surveying his feminine appearance with distaste again and frantically looking around for a different clothing item. His eyes fell upon a navy blue hoodie. "That! We have to get the hoodie too!"
"Fine," said Bakura impatiently. "Now let's hurry and go get accessories!"
Ryou put his head in his hands.
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Many hours and a some very kawaii additions to Ryou later, it was time for dinner, and Bakura was still going with full steam.
"So, Ryou, where we gonna eat? Huh? Huh? Where?" the dark side said hyperly, putting his arm around his hikari's waist yet again.
"Where do you want to eat tonight, yami?" asked Ryou exasperatedly, blushing for the millionth time that day.
Ever since he had gotten that blessed belly shirt, he had noticed that Bakura would not stop touching him. For the first few hours, the dark side's hands on his bare stomach had been under the excuse of "To stop those revolting females from staring at you.", but that had been shot down as soon as Ryou had put his new hoodie on and Bakura continued to slip his hands underneath the material.
Not that the light side was complaining. -Far- from it. He thoroughly enjoyed the giddy feeling he got whenever his yami's hands glided over his bare skin or burrowed their way a slight bit below his waistline, and now the two were simply walking with their arms around each other so that their needs were both satisfied.
Ryou's need being to be able to lean against his crush, and Bakura's need being his sudden, unstoppable desire to touch Ryou more intimately then usual, hence his arm being stuck up the albino's sweatshirt and visibly running over his stomach at length.
[Bakura: A little forward, aren't I?
Me: T-T Cut me some slack. It's what, 2 A.M.?]
Anyway, back to the conversation.
"Really? I can pick?" Bakura exclaimed in excitement. Ryou nodded against his better judgment. "Yes! I pick. . . ." He paused to look around for a random advertisement. "The circus!"
". . . . . . . The circus?" asked Ryou in exasperation.
"Fo sho, dirty!" Bakura grinned.
"I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU THAT YOU WEREN'T GHETTO!" the light side cried, pulling on his hair exasperatedly. The yami jumped back in alarm at his hikari's sudden outburst.
"Jeez, simmer down now!"
"Just get me a friggin' taxi," Ryou sighed. Bakura shrugged and did as he asked.
Within the hour the two were occupying front row seats to the Moscow State Circus, and Ryou was severly regretting having let Bakura buy popcorn.
"Hey, maybe I can hit that lion this time!"
"NO!"
"You're so boring."
Of course, it being a circus, basically all there was to eat for 'dinner' was hot dogs, cotton candy, popcorn, and nuts. [A/N What are you suppose to eat at a Russian circus??] And so the night went on and Bakura got -very- hyper, to the point where Ryou practically had to sit on him to keep him in his seat for the final act. As you know, Bakura had no objections whatsoever to Ryou being on his lap, but did sit still during the finale.
The act definitely went out with a bang. Fireworks, horses, elephants, clowns, jugglers, trapese artists, and much more all burst into the ring, parading around and around to the cheering crowd.
As it drew to a close, Ryou suddenly realized that they had forgotten to find their object that day, which he realized probably put them behind everyone else, which would piss Bakura off.
. . . . . Oops. But then, his yami nudged him in the side rather forcefully and pointed down next to the Ringmaster.
"Hey Ryou, I think those things fit the discription!" he whispered excitedly.
"What things?" Ryou looked around. "Where?"
"There, baka! Those big wooden things!" Ryou's gaze followed his dark side's pointing figure, and he broke into a grin. Down on the stage there were several wooden containers painted to look like figurines, each one smaller than the one before it.
"-Matreshka- dolls! Duh!" The hikari smiled as he remembered their clue while watching the objects be opened and put inside one another.
'You're looking for one that hides in another, that hides in another, and another, and so on.'
Yep, that was it alright!
They promptly went to the souvenier booth to obtain a cheap set of their own, and then headed back to the hotel.
Ryou breathed out a sigh of relief.
One item down, and only Ra-knows-how-many to go.
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tbc?
Bakura: SEE! I was right! Crap-city!
Me: I had writer's block, ok?!
Bakura: NOT WHEN YOU'RE WRITING ABOUT ME IT'S NOT OK!
Me: . Please review and forgive me for being a crappy authoress!