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You grabbed Yami Bakura’s wrist and pulled him into the line for the largest roller coaster outside of Domino City. A large smile was plastered across your face, and Yami Bakura’s face lit up in pure happiness as well. The two of you rode that roller coaster over and over, your hand always managing to make your way to his on the downhill trips as your adrenaline rose. The day was going perfectly, and you were more than aware that it was not actually Bakura in control. Yami Bakura was actually enjoying himself, though, and you had grown quite close to him after finding out who he actually was. This was not the first time that the two of you went out together, and you practically lived in each other’s presence.
The sun was beginning to set, illuminating your face with rays of amber, and Yami Bakura could not keep his eyes off of you whenever you were looking away. You both were aware that the amusement park was going to be closing soon, and you were taking one last ride upon your favorite ride with Yami Bakura. As the ride was building anticipation, slowly taking the two of you up further and further to the first hill slowly, out of the corner of his eyes, he watched you. He took in your beautiful smile, and that child-like happiness that shone brightly in your orbs.
His heartbeat quickened, but it was not from the fact that the ride had just dropped the two of you down the hill once more; it was because your right hand grasped his left tightly all the ride down. For a moment, his eyes closed, relishing in the soft touch that you possessed, and mentally cursing the hold that you had on him. For a man that was over five thousand years old, he felt like he was living his young adult life for the very first time.
As the ride came to an end, he felt the warmth of your hand slip away and found himself getting up from his spot as well, following you out of the ride for the last time that day. “Thank you for another amazing day,” you purred with a sweet smile, wrapping your arms around him tightly in a goodbye hug. He embraced you quickly in return, holding you tightly and breathing in the warmth with his own, welcoming every moment of it. “Text me tomorrow, okay?”
He laughed softly at your upbeat nature, saying, “Don’t you want me to walk you home?” Though it was merely a question, and he tried to make it seem as armored as he possibly could, it had the backing of a desperate man dripping in a feeling of love that he had never felt prior. Yami Bakura was always so kind to you, and you could not say no to that half smirk smille he had.
“Well, if you’re not too busy,” you joked with a hint of teasing in your voice. “And if you don’t yell at me again for smoking.”
He rolled his eyes, trying hard to hide his anger towards your cancer sticks. The man may have been evil, but he desired for you to live a nice, long life yourself. This, of course, you could never get through your stubborn head, and at least at the time, he had to accept it. “As long as you blow the smoke away from me,” he grumbled, and you nodded.
The two of you began walking down the road, the amber glow now completely dissipated from the horizon. It was relatively dark, with only the illumination of the street lights and now the little light from your lighter. With a quick click, your cigarette was lit and hanging out of your mouth as the two of you walked. “I do really appreciate you, ya know, not hating me,” you murmured out through a drag of your cancer stick, exhaling upwards before taking a glance over to your walking partner. “And making sure I don’t die on the way home.” Your last statement was more true than you even understood. You lived in a dangerous area on the outskirts of Domino City, and the last thing he wanted was to hear that someone was trying to get revenge on him by killing you, or something worse.
“Don’t push it,” Bakura said sarcastically, giving you a half hearted smile. He attempted to keep his eyes fixated straight forward, but caught himself stealing glances of your face, and even taking a glance or two down at your hand, wondering how you would react to him grabbing it. With all those times that you grabbed his, just as you craved the nicotine, he craved your touch. “You know, most of you mortals find me to be evil.”
Almost choking on an inhale of your cigarette, you chuckled softly. “You know, I’m not like most of the other mortals,” you said, giving him a sweet smile. “And it helps that you’ve only tried killing me once.” Playfully, you touched his shoulder, pushing lightly, a smile still proudly across your face. “But, you’re honestly the only person that’s truly nice to me - even if you’re a spirit and not in possession of your own body. I trust you.”
“Most people that have done that have regretted it,” he warned thoughtfully.
You shook your head, finishing up your cigarette with one last long inhale. On the exhale, you made sure to blow it as far away from him as possible, and your eyes glanced over at him. “Even if you betrayed me, I probably wouldn’t regret putting my trust in you.” That was a sad thing to admit, but it was true. Tossing away the stub to your cigarette, you bit your lip lightly. “I may regret causing it, though.”
“You’re such a strange mortal,” he mused, a light smirk upon his face.
You smiled. “And for that, you love me,” you joked out.
The rest of the walk was relatively quiet, the only noise being the patter of both sets of feet. As you believed you said the wrong thing, in actuality he was thinking deeply about your little joke. Would she ever love me? He thought to himself, his peripheral vision taking in the last look of your face that he would be able before the two of you would be reaching your apartment.
“Well, no danger, again,” you said with a smile, now standing in front of him and behind him was the door to your apartment. “Thank you for making sure of that.” Part of your speech was definitely sarcastic and teasing, though deep down you were very genuine. You watched as he rolled his eyes, a light smile playing upon his lips.
“Goodnight, Y/N,” he said softly, getting ready to walk back to his own place. As you watched him begin to walk away, you waved. Beginning to unlock and open your door, you saw in the corner of your eye that he stopped. He stood in his spot, silent for a moment, as if he was debating something. Opening your door, that was the point that he turned heel to face you. “Wait- by the way, I actually do.” Saying that, a second after you were standing there in shock, he began walking away quickly, leaving you frozen in your spot.
As soon as everything registered, you did not even bother closing the door you had opened before you took off after him. You ran as fast as your feet would take you, and practically managed to tackle him to stop him from walking away. Almost falling, he caught you before you hit the ground. “You do?” you asked him quixotically, a somewhat hopeful look in your eyes. “I mean, just so we know we’re on the same page: you are saying you love me?”
Yami Bakura had a small tint of blush upon his face when you repeated the words out, and his face looked down in shame. “Forget it, I know it’s stupid, and if you don’t want to be around me, I guess that’s fine,” he said defiantly, about ready to walk away from you again. Your heartbeat raced, and though you were shocked at his half confession, you were not going to just let him walk away from you.
You grabbed his wrist and said, “What if I said I feel the same?”
He looked at you in question, barely able to meet your eyes, but managed to after a moment. “How could you love a spirit?” he questioned with an eyebrow raised. “I don’t even have a body of my own, and I’m five thousands of years old.”
“Like this,” you said, pulling him in closer and pressing your lips confidently against his, earning total shock for a moment before he realized exactly what was going on. He then began to kiss you back, pouring passion and desire into the kiss, not even asking for entrance before trailing his tongue into your mouth. Strong arms wrapped around your waist, and you took your own arms, snaking them around his neck, the two of you as close as you possibly could be. The two of you battled tongues, him winning the dominance battle, and he explored your mouth with his tongue until the two of you both were gasping for air.
For a moment, the two of you gazed into one another’s eyes, not even sure if what was happening was real. Enchanted by each other, the rest of the world meant absolutely nothing at that moment. Everything in life was wonderful, and the two of you were both feeling this beautiful surge of adrenaline that could far top the one of the roller coaster ride. After a bit, you managed to break the silence. “I do love you, spirit or not, you are my desire,” you said softly. “You make me happy, not simply happy, but the happiest I’ve ever been.”
“I love you, too,” he purred softly, a genuine smile upon his face.
You had finally managed to realize that your door to your apartment was still wide open, to your dismay, and you could not just keep it that way in this side of town. “Would you, uh, maybe like to stay a little longer?” you offered cautiously. “If you can’t, it’s okay, but…”
He cut you off by practically dragging you into your apartment by your hand, but not before double checking your apartment to make sure no unwanted visitors showed up while you were stopping him from leaving. The two of you curled up on the couch after placing a movie on, cuddling and kissing for as long as the two of you would be able to stay up. When you had fallen asleep upon his chest, he gently moved you to your bed, giving you a soft kiss on the forehead before taking his leave.
As you woke, you realized that Bakura was not there, to your dismay. A frown passed your face as you wondered, maybe I already scared him away? You moved the covers from your body and strode out of your bed to go make yourself a cup of coffee morosely, and with your coffee, you sat on your couch. Grabbing your phone, you realized you had one missed message on it from quite late at night.
Dark Bakura:
I couldn’t stay because of my host body’s aggravating soul would screw things up, but I moved you to your bed. I want to see you in the morning, and will also work on a hostless body so I no longer have limitations. Text me when you wake up. Love, Your Spirit
You read the text in his stunningly deep voice, and leaned back upon the couch with a smile upon your face. Taking a few sips of your coffee, you wrote out your text message to him, and could not help continually smiling like an idiot, your heart fluttering as you typed.
You:
Good morning, Love. I’m glad you left that message, because I was worried I scared you away. Thank you for last night, and I do look forward to you having no limitations. Let me know where you’d like to meet, or if you would just like to hang out at my apartment. It doesn’t matter as long as I’m with you. Wow, okay, I’m corny. Anyways, looking forward to seeing you soon.