Shandy: Alright, this is a Tendershipping one shot.

Candy: Notes!

Italics- Flashback

Shandy: Enjoy!

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Tikki sat on Ryou's desk, watching the other pace in her room. This was a heavy topic for the other, and Tikki knew that her chosen would speak when she needed to.

"Do you really think it's time?" Ryou asked softly, casting a mixed expression at the kwami.

"I know it is." Tikki said supportively. "You are both ready for this now."

"Do you know how this'll end?"

"No." Tikki admitted. "But I do know enough that it's highly likely that you'll both get through this." Ryou nodded. She glanced at the time.

"Alright. Tikki, Spots On!"

After transforming, she took one last look in the mirror, looking herself in the green eyes of her reflection to give herself confidence, before she swung out the window and toward Tokyo Tower, their usual meeting place.

As Mistubachi waited on the top of Tokyo Tower for Fuun'na Neko, she thought back to when she first met him, many years ago.

It had been a normal day for her, until a supervillain had attacked her school and forced her back to her very lonely house.

As she sat down and watched the TV, she noticed a small black box on her table, along with her father's letter. She raised an eyebrow at reading it, before opening the box.

A bright red light shined, and Ryou dropped the box in shock as a figure appeared before her. A small, red creature with three black dots on her face, ocean blue eyes, and two antennae. She also had small wings toward her bottom, and two legs and two arms.

"Hello Ryou! I'm Tikki, and Tokyo needs you!"

Ryou couldn't tell anyone, no one was home, so she talked herself into it and transformed. It didn't take long until she found her partner, who crashed into her.

"Hey! Watch where you're going!" The man had yelled. He had messy, stuck up in several places, white-silver hair like her own. He wore a black leather catsuit with cat ears pinned on his head, and a belt that wrapped around his waist hung off from behind to show a tail. His eyes were a dark lavender that had hints of crimson in them. Where the whites of his eyes would be, a pale purple color replaced it. His eyes also looked like a cat's, slitted and watching her with annoyance.

But Ryou wasn't withdrawn by his looks, but rather the words that he had spoken.

"Excuse me." She said politely, but sternly at the same time. "But we are both fairly new at this, as my kwami has told me. However, I will not work with a rude partner."

"Fine." The other spat out. "But only because I can't do this without you. Fuun'na Neko, at your service little lady." He bowed.

"Mistubachi." Ryou replied. "Now come on, let's get this over with."

Mistubachi sighed again. He had gotten better, but she knew better than to push him too far. He was also aggravating in the fact that he wouldn't stop making crude comments and jokes.

She was early, so she knew that she would be waiting a while. She'd need the time to prepare herself, anyway.

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Meanwhile, Fuun'na Neko watched his partner from the rooftops below. He could see her due to his night-vision, and he knew he couldn't see her.

He knew what tonight meant. Mistubachi had been thinking about this for the past month, and the fact that she had called him and told him herself that it was time, he knew it was very important.

It was also important to him.

While waiting for it to be the proper time to meet up, Fuun'na Neko thought back to when this had all started.

First, and old man had bumped into him, and now this?!

"What kinda bulls*** is this?" He asked, staring at the black box in front of him. He opened it, and a green light emerged before a black cat like creature appeared. With whiskers, ears at the top of it's head, and a tail, it was unmistakeable. Especially with the eyes, which were green, and then black slits for pupils.

"The f*** is this?" Bakura asked again.

"Language, language." Plagg tisked. "Listen, all you need to know right now is that my name's PLagg, you've been chosen to save the world, and blah-blah-blah."

After getting more information out of the black pip-squeak, he transformed. Dressed in, a strangely flexible, black leather suit. He had to admit it was cool, but he would be embarrassed for his friends to see him in this.

Then, when he went outside in the embarrassing suit, he knocked into someone.

Now, he wasn't one to apologize for something like this, so naturally he blamed it on the red, black spotted girl before him.

"Hey! Watch where you're going." He expected her to apologize, but instead, she stood up straight and stared him in the eye with conviction and mild annoyance. She had hair as long as his, to her mid-back, and it was a fluffy white color- almost like clouds. Her eyes were an emerald green color hidden behind a red mask with five black spots. Her suit was mainly red, but from the toes to knees and finger-tips to hands it was black. All around her midsection were black dots. Her said white hair was separated into two pigtails, with red ribbon tying them up and flowing in the soft breeze.

She narrowed her eyes.

"Excuse me." She said in a patient, but annoyed tone. "But we are both fairly new at this, as my kwami has told me. However, I refuse to work with a rude partner." That boldness that very few had shown around him inspired him. Maybe it was because of the mask, and he found himself wondering if he had shown her who he truly was, how she would react to the 'Thief King' of the school.

"Fine." He spat out for show. "But only because I can't do this without you. Fuun'na Neko, at your service little lady." He bowed mockingly, glancing up in time to see her roll her eyes.

"Mistubachi." She replied. "Now come on, let's get this over with." Bakura watched her swing away, and that's when he knew that he had to see what made her bristle in anger. What made her laugh. What made her different.

Now, as he watched her fiddle nervously, he was closer than ever to discovering who she was.

He glanced down at his staff.

It was time.

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Fuun'na Neko landed on all fours after shortening his staff, landing right beside Mistubachi. She didn't glance up at him, used to him landing beside her like this. He didn't probe her, knowing that if he did he wouldn't be able to find out just who the girl behind the mask was.

And he wanted to know who stole the heart from the King of Thieves more than anything.

Finally, she turned to look at him, staring him in the eye. Purple met green, and the intensity between them increased.

"Neko…" She paused, trying to find the right thing to say. "I just want to tell you that, no matter who you are under the mask, you're my best friend. I don't have many of those." She admitted. "I… I'd hate to lose you as a friend because of who I am. That's… that's why it's taken so long…"

"It's okay." Mistubachi watched as Fuun'na Neko looked away, staring at the city they protected. "I've been worried about the same thing, little lady. I'm not good with sentimental s***, but I do know that you're my closest friend as well. I… I don't think that any have ever gotten as close as you. I hate to admit it, but it's terrifying." Mistubachi placed her hand over his own soothingly, and he turned to look at her again.

"I… I'll go first." She decided. "Tikki… spots off." In a flash of red, Mistubachi was no longer sitting beside Fuun'na Neko. Instead, Ryou Bakura, the shyest girl in their school, sat beside him. She bit her lip adorably, searching his eyes for something.

Slowly, Fuun'na Neko brought himself to hug her tightly. Tears threatened to prick his eyes, but neither Fuun'na Neko or Bakura Touzoku cried.

"All this time." He breathed, almost a whisper. "All this time, it was you." He could feel himself purr, but he didn't care. "I'm glad it was you."

"Neko?" Ryou asked curiously.

"Plagg, claws in." Fuun'na Neko muttered. A green light swallowed him, but that didn't stop the purr that echoed through Bakura's chest when Ryou hugged back.

He knew she recognized the clothes he wore. She had been the one to make and give them to him earlier on in the year, after finding out that his parents had disowned him and that he was struggling to balance everything, which was why he stole.

"Bakura…" She breathed. She giggled. "You want to know something crazy?"

"What?" He asked, his purr growing stronger as she combed her hands through his hair.

"I didn't focus on Neko… because there was a certain thief king that had stolen my heart." She whispered. Bakura processed the info before chuckling.

"We were stupid." He decided blatantly.

"I couldn't agree more." She pushed him away, and his purr stopped as he met her eyes. "And, you know, that offer to live with me in my house still stands."

"Would your father mind?" Bakura asked.

"He's never home anyway." Ryou brushed off, scooting closer and leaning against him, relaxing in his embrace. "I love you."

"I love you too, Ryou." Bakura replied. "I love you too."

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