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~The Fear~

By:
Aerys Krystie.

A/N:
Thank you to all who have reviewed this. Now, I have a little confession to
make, there are only two more chapters to this until it is finished. Enjoy this
one. No sex, but whatever. Also, sorry about the bands. They're just a few of my
favorites.

~ * ~

It had been an
interesting day, to say the least. They had showered, separately, changed the
covers of the bed, and cleaned up the room a little, made cookies, made a rather
large mess with the flour which was cleaned up, and finally just settled for
watching a movie.

Bakura looked
down at Yami, whose head was in his lap. Knowing the other spirit couldn�t see
him, Bakura allowed himself a small smile as he stroked the multi colored
strands. The pharaoh got to him more than he realized.

Shaking his
head, Bakura went back to the book he was reading. It was The Shining. He
had finished Dream-catcher not that long ago, and it had been a while
since he had read this one. He was sure Yami was asleep, not that it bothered
him.

Bakura looked up
when thunder rumbled, causing Yami to stir. He cursed the weather. It never
could allow anyone to sleep in peace. And to top it all off, the doorbell rang,
which only dampened his mood more.

Marking his
page, and placing it on the coffee table, Bakura tenderly lifted Yami�s head and
placed it on the sofa. He made his way to the door, taking his time as the bell
rang three more times.

Opening the
door, Bakura just stared at Marik, who was soaked from head to toe. He raised an
eyebrow when the sandy blonde invited himself into the house. Frowning, the pale
spirit watched as he dripped onto the rug. Obviously no-one had any idea on what
he went through to steal it.

Gritting his
teeth, Bakura pulled Marik off the rug, letting him stand on the tiles. They
were easier to clean and they weren�t Oriental. Closing the door, he turned back
to Marik, who was seething about something, and Bakura had a feeling it wasn�t
about the rug, like he was.

�What has gotten
your panties in a bunch?� Bakura didn�t really want to know. He had been happy
where he was. He was tired of people ruining his fun.

�Kaiba�s being
an ass, again. I need to take it out on someone. You were the only one I could
think of.� Marik stepped onto the rug again, only to have Bakura pushed him off
and away.

�Not this time,
Marik. I�m still having a hard time getting over last night and this morning.
Find someone else. Now, leave quickly. If you ruin this rug, I will kill you,
cut you up and sell you off to pay for a new one.�

Bakura opened
the door. He knew Marik wouldn�t do anything. The sooner he got rid of the
sadistic blonde, the sooner he could return to the living room and enjoy being
in Yami�s company, even though he was asleep.

After a hell of
a death glare from Marik and the blonde did leave, Bakura rolled his eyes,
closing the door. He walked into the living room, seeing Yami sitting up,
staring at the television, and obviously not watching the cooking show.

Flopping onto
the couch beside Yami, Bakura stroked his hair. He figured Yami had woken the
moment he moved or it could have been the continuous ringing of the bell, he
couldn�t be sure. All he knew was that Yami had heard the conversation.

Yami turned his
head, staring at Bakura. �What��

�It�s nothing.
Marik and I use to sleep together, which stopped about six months ago. Everyone
once in a while, he has a fight with Kaiba, which brings him over here and we
have sex again.� Bakura yawned, stretching and rotating his hands, cracking his
wrists.

�I would have
thought you could handle more. You seem like the type of guy that could have sex
all night and still want more.� Yami frowned. Since when did he start making
assumptions into someone�s character?

Bakura looked
Yami over, who was in one of Bakura�s few American band shirts. �I am. You�re
not.�

�But��

�Look, Marik
isn�t what I need anymore, okay? Can we just leave it at that?� Bakura stood,
going into the kitchen. He picked up the plate of cookies and took them into the
living room, placing them on the coffee table.

Feeling Yami�s
apologetic eyes on him, Bakura smirked. He pulled Yami close, kissing the
Pharaoh�s temple. He handed him a cook then channel surfed. Settling for some
music show, Bakura got himself a cookie.

They sat in
silence, munching on the biscuits, which didn�t turn out all that bad. Some were
a little burnt on the underside, but that couldn�t be helped. Neither of them
had ever cooked before. They did a damn good job.

As one of the
songs finished, Yami nestled into the couch a little more. Bakura had a feeling
something was about to happen. They were going to have a deep and meaningful
conversation.

�Did you think
this would ever happen?� Yami asked eyes on the television.

�What? That band
getting an Aria nomination?�

Yami shook his
head. �When you were living in Egypt, did the thought of living forever ever
cross your mind?�

Bakura laughed,
feeling Yami�s shocked eyes on him. He knew laughing normally was something he
didn�t do, but it was such an innocent question, what more could he do?

�Nope. I never
thought I would actually live for three thousand years as a spirit. I always
hoped I would, but kind of hoped that at some point I would pass on.� Bakura
continued to smile, the laughter still in his eyes.

�Just one more
thing.� Yami looked a little nervous.

�What�s that?�

�What is a
Disturbed?� Yami pointed to the shirt, raising an eyebrow.

* * *

When Ryou got
home, the first words out of his mouth were �Bakura, you will never guess what
happened at school today!� Bakura didn�t much care what had happened at school
and didn�t want to discuss it in front of Yami as he had a feeling it was about
Kaiba.

Glancing at the
darker spirit, Bakura looked fretful. He had spent a whole day with Yami. He
wasn�t as uptight as Bakura had originally thought him to be. He was actually
kind of fun, which was the shocking part.

Thought Yami
knew about the spat between Kaiba and Marik, Bakura didn�t want him to know all
the details, as Ryou was probably in the classroom when it happened. And that
was when Bakura made a sickening realization.

He had grown
attached to Yami. Something he had never allowed himself to do. Except Ryou, and
that was only because they had shared a body. The only thing Yami and he had
ever shared was a past and a couple of nights of hot sex.

Even their past,
there was nothing glorified about it. He was a tomb robber and the other was a
pharaoh, who didn�t have a tomb he could rob. His head was starting to hurt. But
it didn�t stop him from trying to figure out why Yami.

Why him? Of all
people, why him?
Bakura looked over to Yami, who was speaking with Ryou. Most likely about what
had happened at school. When Yami laughed, Bakura shook his head. It was strange
to hear him laugh. It didn�t happen very often.

After Bakura had
explained who Disturbed was and made Yami listen to a couple of their CDs, they
spent the next hour and a half talking about music. Bakura had introduced him to
Metallica, System of a Down and some Alice Cooper. Yami seemed to like Poison a
lot.

Marik could
never get into Bakura�s music, which ticked the pale spirit off. He figured that
since he and Marik were a lot alike, they would have the same interest in music.
Obviously Marik couldn�t be bothered broadening his horizons.

Even Ryou, on
occasion, moved away from Hi-5 to listen to Enter Sandman. Bakura couldn�t be
bothered trying to corrupt Yugi. And Malik lived for Disturbed. To Bakura, to
enlighten Yami about this kind of music was thrilling. And to have the pharaoh
like it was an even bigger accomplishment.

Bakura reached
for the last cookie. He stared down at it, smirking. He stood from the couch,
going over to Ryou and Yami. He stood behind Yami, holding the cookie outside of
his mouth, as he nuzzled the back of his head.

Ahh, this is why
I got attached to him.
Bakura watched as Yami opened his mouth, taking a small bite of the cookie.

�Bakura!� Ryou
whined, pouting.

Bakura raised an
eyebrow, looking at Ryou. �Yes?�

Ryou huffed.
�Yami and I were having a conversation!�

�It�s not like
its something he doesn�t already know about. Marik came by today, most likely
after the quarrel. Yami knows what happened. Does he have to know each and every
miniscule detail of it?� Bakura wrapped an arm around Yami�s shoulders, eating
the rest of the cookie.

Yami clicked his
tongue. �Would you two stop talking about me like I�m not here?�

�Fine,� Bakura
said. �Did you want to know the details of the bitch fest?�

�Not really, no.
It is none of my business.�

Bakura smirked
at Ryou, who left the living room, saying something about calling Yugi. When he
was gone, Bakura stroked Yami�s hair. He turned Yami around, hugging him. He
could feel Yami�s surprise.

After a few
moments of peace, Bakura pulled away. He still had to think things through. He
left the living room going into the laundry, getting Yami�s clothes. He handed
them to the dark spirit, who looked down at them, but took them.

�I think it
would be best if you went home tonight. I�ll see you at school, tomorrow.�
Bakura gave Yami a kiss on the forehead, standing back to let the pharaoh dress.

Taking his shirt
back, Bakura watched him leave. When the door closed, Bakura fell onto the
couch, staring up at the white ceiling. He had always been attracted to Yami. He
radiated power. And lately he had given up that power to Bakura, just to be
dominated, just so he wouldn�t have to be the one to make all the decisions.

Bakura chuckled
at that thought. He never knew Yami would get bored of always holding all the
right cards. Yami didn�t seem like the kind to leave life to chance. He seemed
like the type to hide away in his shell until he was certain of something, and
then crawl out of it.

Why do some
people have this affect on me?

Bakura could
remember only once when he felt this sort of attraction to someone. He couldn�t
remember her name, but then again it was eons ago. He sat up straight, staring
at the cookie crumbs on the plate. With a sigh, he picked the plate up, taking
it into the kitchen.

Putting the
dishes away. He rinsed the plate off, placing it on the rack. He poured himself
a glass of apple juice from the fridge. Sitting at the table, glass in hand,
Bakura stared down at the polished top.

Before he had a
chance to think, he heard the familiar tunes of Hi-5, making him growl. At least
he only played his music ridiculously high when no-one was home. He tried to
block it out, but nothing could block that would.

�L-O-V-E, I love
you and you love me��

Grinding his
teeth, Bakura placed his juice on the table, going upstairs. He invited himself
into Ryou�s room, who was on the bed, reading a magazine. Bakura�s eyes widened
as he realized it was only of his magazines.

Going over to
the bed, Bakura ripped the magazine from Ryou�s hands. �I thought I told you not
to read this stuff!�

Ryou made an
indignant face. �You read them, so why can�t I?�

�Because it�s
not something someone so young is to read.� Bakura went over to the stereo,
turning down the volume. �And I told you not to play that so loud.�

Ryou sat up,
staring at Bakura. �Well, I think it suits you and Yami.� He giggled innocently.

�We don�t love
each other. We only have an understanding.� Bakura left the room, shaking his
head, returning his magazine and going back to juice.

~ * ~

End chapter
VIII.

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