displeasure

[mine_to_take]

Who: Yugi, TK Bakura
What: (S)talking
Where: Outside
When: Sometime after Bakura realised that Yugi was gone
Why: Come on, would he really let him leave like that?

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[puzzleaibo]

Yugi had finally started going back to school, for once happy for the work they piled on and the distraction from the truth lurking around him.
He had found out that his dream hadn't been a dream, and the thief was real. Just as real as he or Atem.

He'd tried to pretend nothing had changed, it was much harder now and he couldn't bare to be around Atem without freezing or crying. He was glad for the weekend, and just left the house. No note, no nothing. He just wanted out.

He walked down the street to the bus stop, hands tucked in his jacket pocket and hood over his head. He didn't feel like standing out right now.

[mine_to_take]

Bakura followed a little distance away. For once, he'd abandoned his spiffy red coat in favour of something more discreet. At least, he was told it was rather discreet, though he was sure that people, women in particular, were still staring in his general direction. More accurately, at the general direction of his jean-clad rear end.

The jeans were black and clung just enough to show off his trim physique, though he would have preferred a looser fit for comfort. On top of that, he wore a black hoodie over a cream v-necked t-shirt, zipped up to his neck with the hood up to hide his hair. The Ring, of course, was kept next to his skin, hidden from sight.

Casually, he sauntered up to the bus stop where Yugi was pretended to look at the sign.

[puzzleaibo]

Yugi rubbed at one of his eyes slightly, tired and exhausted from not getting any sleep lately. He wouldn't be able to fall asleep next to Atem. And he couldn't really tell him to let him sleep alone...

Yugi glanced at the person standing next to him, not taking any mind as he continued to wait for the bus. His hand fisted gently against his chest, the habit for comfort although old never leaving. He would do anything to have the familar warm weight around his neck, the warm spirit inside.

[mine_to_take]

It was almost amusing that all it took was one article of clothing to turn him into a different person. Then again, hoods were always great at hiding faces, though once upon a time, they would have been looked upon with suspicion. Thank the gods for fashion.

He was finally getting somewhere in terms of learning the language. Japanese, it was called. He'd tried it out at some places and found that it was quite manageable, especially when you looked like a foreigner and the people were more willing to overlook your mistakes. He still had trouble if people talked too quickly, but it was better than nothing.

"Good morning," he greeted, turning to Yugi and giving the boy a smile. "Where you going?"