Out of the Blue     by: Alena S. Anigor (Sanela)

Chapter VII – Discussion

Two figures were standing in the middle of the Domino Park; their bodies close in an intimate position. It was dark, and they were barely visible, the moon being the only light illuminating them. The white  haired boy was holding the girl’s wrists closely to his chest, kissing her almost hungrily now, while the girl’s eyes were wide open, shock evident in her cerulean orbs.

Tea was definitely taken aback with this sudden situation. She couldn’t even think properly, the sensations Bakura’s lips were creating in her were too strong and too overwhelming for her to even react normally. Her body was tense, hands holding the material of his sweater, clenching it slightly. There was a swirling emotion surging through her body, making her limbs weak, and her mind clouded with something she could only describe as desire.

Bakura was kissing her...was he even aware of that? Was he aware of the fact that he was kissing her?

After a moment she closed her eyes, feeling a sudden urge to just let go and let him do what ever he wanted to do, but she was simply too surprised and too shocked to take that thought into serious consideration.

Bakura could feel her body stiffening, her fingers clutching his sweater, her body pressed to his, but there was no response from her, what so ever. He himself couldn’t comprehend what he was doing, except listening to his senses, which were telling him that the thing he was doing felt good; it felt right. But the girl remained still, not moving a muscle, and he felt a sudden fear striking him. Slowly, he opened his eyes, to see her closed ones, and parted his lips from hers. The desire to press his lips against hers was still there, but he suppressed it, fear blocking his movements and making him stare at her in some kind of wonder.

Tea felt him move away from her and she opened her eyes again; her eyes wide, locked with his dark ones. She almost shuddered at the amount of emotions in them, clouded with raw desire. Breathing rapidly, trying to catch some oxygen for her lungs, she stared at him with equal shock and fear.

They were standing apart from each other now; eyes locked together, neither of them daring to move. Tea noticed that he was still holding her wrists, and she made a move to pull them back. He let her hands slip away from his, a sudden flash of regret crossing his features. She didn’t know what to do with her hands now that they weren’t kept safe in his anymore, so she hugged herself in a protective manner, backing away from him a bit. He was still standing still, eyes following her as though in a trance.

Reaching her senses and regaining her equilibrium, she was searching for words in her head that could try to explain what had just happened.

She swallowed, hard, and, looking him in the eyes, opened her mouth to speak.

“Why?” Was all that managed to pass her lips, and he stared back at her, at a loss for words. He took a step forward and she backed away from him. His shoulders slumped slightly; she was afraid of him. He came to his senses now too, and he frowned slightly, confused about her sudden behavior. What did she think? That he’d rape her or something?

The amount of feelings remaining from the kiss was still there, creating something unusual in his chest, something warm, and welcome. He hadn’t felt such emotion for a very long time, and now he wanted nothing else but to experience more of it. And that meant only one thing...

The girl in front of him was responsible for those sensations, and that meant that it was she who had managed to break his walls in the end, and wake him up, release those bottled things he had called worthless and useless before...

And he had no intention of letting her go now. She was his and his only from now on.

Something flickered at the back of his dark orbs as he reached for her hand, but she backed away from him again, shaking slightly and still hugging her arms, looking at him like he was about to do something terrible to her. He frowned, eyes clouded with hurt, when she took a step back. He sighed, knowing that it was too good to be true. She was still afraid of him, or at least she didn’t trust him, but he’d make sure she would. Slowly he let his hand fall to his side and lowered his head; spiky bangs shadowing his eyes. Tea expected him to launch at her or something, but she heard him take a deep breath, and wondered what he was up to.

“Why?” It was him who asked the question this time. Tea’s brows knit together in confusion. What, no attack? No attempts to strangle her? She stared at his face, blinking a few times.

“Why...what?” She asked, unconsciously rubbing her arms with her fingers.

Bakura half raised his head, dark orbs revealed a bit under a mop of whitish hair. “Why are you afraid of me? Do you think I’d kill you after I just kissed you?” He replied, and Tea blushed slightly. The way he said that was just so...embarrassing for her. She shook her head a bit, trying to sort her thoughts and her own mixed feelings, and give him a straight answer.

“Well...” she started, lowering her gaze, looking at her shoes, “I’m not afraid, I’m just...” She stopped again, the last word a whisper.

“What?” He asked, looking intently at her, wanting to know the reason for her rejection and her fear. Tea was staring at a little leaf, lying on the concrete, squished and alone.

“I’m just...” She tried again, still not daring to look him in the eye, “I just don’t know what to think anymore about all of this.” she finished, exhaling deeply and shrugging absentmindedly. Bakura took a step forward again, hoping she wouldn’t run away from him. She flinched slightly, but stayed where she was.

“What do you mean?” He asked, not quite sure how to take her reply. Tea looked at him, internal battle evident on her face. She sighed exasperatedly, and spread her arms forward.

“I mean...all this!” Her voice rose a bit, as if that explained the whole thing. Bakura was looking at her, almost helplessly, still not understanding a thing. She saw the way he was watching her, trying to comprehend, but failing. She sighed heavily, choosing her next words.

“I mean, when we met in the park the other night, you were acting like you were flirting with me. Then I have these weird dreams about you. Then I realize that I’m in love with you,” at this Bakura’s eyes widened slightly, “and then you call me a wench and then you kiss me! Does that make any sense to you, Bakura?” She was almost yelling now, arms spread in desperation away from her sides, her face a mixture of anger and exasperation. Bakura was still staring at her, her words about being in love with him still ringing in his ears. They were once again silent, standing in the middle of the same spot in the park, looking like two statues, lost and misplaced, somewhere they didn’t belong.

Tea broke the intense silence with another sigh, letting her hands fall down to her sides, and shaking her head. Her eyes held a sad look, when she lowered her head, looking at his sweater; it was so similar to the ones Ryou wore.

“This just...won’t work.” As soon the words escaped her lips, she was grabbed by her shoulders and she gasped when a strong pair of arms pulled her towards him, his eyes piercing her whole being.

“No.” He growled firmly, as she was once again staring at him in fear. “No,” he repeated again, shaking his head, “you will not leave me now when have you managed to drag me this far!” His voice was more of a command, but the meaning behind the words was clear to Tea. Tears gathered around the corners of her eyes, and she choked on a sob, completely lost, closing her eyes to shut him out. He loosened his grip on her slightly, deciding to play his cards, and reveal his deck completely. It was now or never, he thought, and, raising her chin with his fingers, he leaned down enough to meet her lips once more.

Tea’s breath got caught in her throat when she felt something soft on her lips again. The feeling of electricity running through her body surged through her again, and this time she had no choice but to give in. He sighed a breath of relief inwardly when he felt her responding. He pulled away softly, his face just a couple of inches away from hers. She opened her eyes, tears still in them, but she seemed less frightened now, and that encouraged him to continue.

Steadying his breathing, he fixated his gaze firmly on her, holding her shoulders now, making almost nervous circles across them with his fingers.

“Will you be mine?” He asked, his eyes revealing determination and fear of being rejected, mingled in one. Tea opened her mouth to say something, but the words stuck in her throat again. She felt something pull inside of her, something that threatened to buckle her knees and make her fall, but he was holding her tightly, and she started shivering. She didn’t know if she was shivering from the coldness of the night or from his words. He was looking at her, eyes full of expectation and something she labeled as hope, waiting for an answer.

He was praying deep inside for her acceptance; he knew he had played his game to the very end, and it all depended on her right now. The result was in her hands, in her eyes, in her words. If she said yes, the game was won, and he won the most precious thing in the whole world. And if she said no, the game would be lost, and he knew his world would shatter, making him fall into the darkness again, making his feelings die once again.

It all depended on her; his everything.

Tea watched the fear mixing with hope in his eyes, and she couldn’t help but smile at his expression. He looked like he could die at any moment. She decided to spare him the trouble; she already knew how she felt about him, and now he knew it too. Her smile widened, her tears gone, and she nodded, relaxing in his arms.

She barely had time to blink when he let out a sound of relief and pressed his lips against her, almost leaving her breathless. The kiss became more heated with every second, and Tea had to pull away to breath in some air. Her face was flushed, her eyes slightly wide; passion and hunger for more were evident in his half lidded eyes. Tea had to push him away gently, regaining her composure after the tornado called Yami Bakura, and she smiled a bit, still blushing madly.

He raised a questioning brow when she pushed him away and then smiled at him. It was funny the way she looked so flustered and almost embarrassed. She looked around them, then at her watch, and almost gasped when she saw how long they’d been standing in this park. She looked almost regretfully at him and he smirked, satisfied with the effect he had on her.

“I, uhm, have to go.” She sputtered and, fidgeting slightly, turned around to leave.

“I’ll walk you home.” Bakura offered and she smiled at him, feeling suddenly relieved and free of the burden she had been holding deep inside. She started walking, him putting his hands in his pockets. She braced her hand around his arm, blushing a bit when he smirked. It felt a bit awkward, but she didn’t mind.

Bakura walked her to her house, and she stopped in front of the door, turning around to look at him. He was standing in front of her, a few steps below, watching her intently. She wanted to say something but didn’t know what exactly, so she only smiled softly.

“Good night, Bakura. Thanks for walking me home.” She said, putting the key in the lock. He turned his head aside a bit, wondering why she was still acting so jumpy, but managed to crack a small smile, and she opened the doors, disappearing inside, closing them behind her.

She leaned on them when she had closed them, blushing, and let out a giggle, still not believing what happened between her and Bakura. She sighed contently, brushing a finger across her lips, and then deciding to take a bath. It was, after all, a very interesting afternoon.

Bakura stood watching the doors of her house for a while before finally letting out a breath of relief. As odd as it seemed to him, the girl was his now, and if someone even laid an eye on her, he’d pay dearly. Hearing a growling sound coming from his stomach, he remembered that he hadn’t eaten the whole day. He turned around and headed straight home, wondering if that sandwich he had been making was still waiting for him. If it wasn’t, someone would have a lot of explaining to do...

Not noticing the figure behind a tree, he turned around the corner and disappeared. The figure stepped out from the shadows, revealing a tall boy with brown hair and eyes.

Tristan was staring in wonder at first, not wanting to believe that Tea was walking with Bakura and holding his hand on top of that. He decided to follow them, just to make sure that he was seeing right. And he was – the ancient tomb robber had walked her home, and then left. The whole thing seemed fishy to Tristan, and he suddenly had the strange feeling that Tea definitely had something to do with him. Or was it the other way around?

Tristan’s brain suddenly froze when a possibility dawned on him...

What if Bakura had managed to do something to her, just like he had tried to trick them before, and now he was using her to get back at all of them?

Tristan frowned; something had to be done about it and first thing tomorrow, Yugi and Yami would have to hear about this...