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[morecowbell]

Characters: Nanami & Yami Bakura
Location: Nanami and Clair's Condo
Rating: PG
Time: May 17th 4PM
Description: Bakura's got some 'splainin' to do.



Nanami was sitting on the couch turning the pages of detective novel when she heard the knocking at door. "It's already four?" She thought to herself glancing over at the clock. The blond hadn't intended to spend the entire afternoon reading but somehow it had happened again. After marking her page, she set the book on the coffee table and made her way to the front door checking through the peep-hole first. One could never be too careful these days especially after the riots and then there was that creep, Zagi.

Even though she could clearly see Bakura she still paused before finally opening the door for him. "Hello, please come in."

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[feelsgoodinyou]

Bakura arrived right on time, having had no big trouble to find the right place. On the way there he had picked up the promised food from Monte Presumpasta without much of a hassle, along with a bottle of good red wine.

His outfit was casual for the spirit's taste, simple dark jeans that empathized his long legs, a white button down shirt whose top buttons were undone and a dark blue jacket. His hair was combed so it looked soft even though its ends still stood up as spiky and wild as ever and a confident smile played over his lips as he greeted her.

"Hi. I brought the promised pasta and red wine."

[morecowbell]

Nanami was also looking a bit more casual but her loose fitting, sleeveless cowl-neck blouse still looked classy enough over jean shorts paired with some black strappy sandals. She smiled a little in return comforted by his confidence.


"Are you hungry now or would you like to wait a little while?" She closed the door behind him and locked the deadbolt.

[feelsgoodinyou]

He took himself the time to give her an appreciating look before he answered. "You look nice. As for the food.."

He held the bag with the food out as he performed a half-shrug and inclined his head to the side, a small smile (or rather borderline smirk) playing over his lips. "How much potential do the things you wanted to walk about with me have of ruining the mood for dinner?"

[morecowbell]

She wanted her face to remain mostly impassive until she understood his situation better but hell if her face didn't betray her the moment he complimented her. She caught it quickly correcting herself by clearing her throat. Nanami took the bag into her hands and led him into the kitchen.

"I'm not really sure. In any case, I think I've nearly come to terms with what I've been told so far."

[feelsgoodinyou]

He smirked lightly to himself as he followed her, not having missed that little treacherous display of emotions. Just a few well-placed words and one could subtly change the entire atmosphere of a meeting. For a moment he idly wondered when he had stopped letting himself be the victim of such techniques and had instead started using them himself.

Oh well, it didn't matter.

"Oh?", he echoed her as he he stopped in the doorway to the kitchen before letting himself in, "What have you been told?"

[morecowbell]

"That you're a spirit who used to posses Ryou and your body is a copy of his that BREW granted you," she stated point blank while looking directly at him. When she finished speaking she turned to set the food on the counter and go to the cupboard for plates and wine glasses. "He also called you a jerk at least twice."

[feelsgoodinyou]

So pretty much exactly what Bakura had already expected, coming from Ryou being her source.

"A jerk, huh? Yeah, that sounds like him." He smiled to himself and a soft chuckle rang out under his breath as he moved to stand next to her at the counter. Inclining his head softly to the side, he watched her with a polite yet appreciating expression.

"Ryou always says the same things whenever he wants to 'warn' people about me. Of course he first twists the conversation in such a way that it will be you asking him to tell you more about me rather than him just starting out of the blue with it." He gestured towards the glasess and plates she was setting out. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

[morecowbell]

She glanced over at him once she sensed his presence next to her, it further emphasized the difference between the Bakuras. "It's hard not to ask questions when you happen upon someone who looks like one of your partners but is behaving... differently. If you wouldn't mind opening the wine and pouring us a glass." She opened the bag and began plating the food, she may not cook but she knew a lot about presentation at least.

[feelsgoodinyou]

"Consider it done." He took the bottle and opened it with deceptive ease before he started pouring some wine into both of their glasses. Once Bakura was done he took them and placed them on the table.

"Let's sit down before we continue talking."

[morecowbell]

Nanami followed shortly after with the plates, utensils and napkins in hand, and set them all down carefully at one corner of the table so they would be adjacent to each other. If she sat opposite of him, the tall flower arrangement he had sent would obstruct their view of each other and she wouldn't be able to see his body language. She chose a seat and sat before tucking a napkin into her blouse collar.


((Oh yes she did, lol))

[feelsgoodinyou]

It probably said a lot about his host that Bakura found that antic not strange at all. Ryou ate quite often like that (while Bakura believed in the existence of washing machines and that they should be used). Nonetheless, the thief was pleased. He had noticed the prominent placement of the flowers before but had decided not to comment on it right away. Now he nodded briefly towards them and remarked with gently pleased voice "I'm glad you like them. I fear I'm not very clever or up to date when it comes to courting a girl."

Bakura gave the words a couple of moments to work before his expression turned more serious. "But I said that we would talk about what has been bothering you. The claim that I am a spirit is true. Using Japanese terms, I wouldn't even be just a simple Yūrei but an Onryō, since I am vengeful and my powers and emotions are strong enough to let me take over bodies under the right conditions. In fact," he placed his right hand on his chest to empathize his point, "this body originally belonged to the man you met earlier. I had a deal with him and had borrowed it when I was brought here."

[morecowbell]

Completely oblivious to the meaning of his words, Nanami had taken to looking at the types of flowers and colors he had put into the arrangement while recalling the meanings of the ones she remembered. She was about to tell him a little about his choices until he began speaking again, for a moment she had totally forgotten about the subject at hand.

She returned the serious expression while she listened to his explanation nearly dropping her fork when he admitted to being an Onryō. It was like feeding paper through a crappy printer, the paper just kept getting jammed about halfway through. She pushed her fingers to the bridge of her nose and sat there for a minute attempting to unjam the damn printer.

[feelsgoodinyou]

His expression turned into a small unreadable smile as he watched her listen and metaphorically choke on his words.

"I didn't tell you earlier because it is something that is pretty hard to stomach for most people and doesn't really matter here anyway."

[morecowbell]

She leaned back in her chair with a small sigh, and closed her eyes for a moment. Finally, she looked back at him and spoke, "if it's all the same to you then, like I told Ryou, I'm just going to consider you two twins and leave it that. But just so I know... how vengeful are we talking here?"

[feelsgoodinyou]

"Hmph." He scowled a little. "Can we just say that we're split personalities who got their own body? Because I hate being thought of as being directly related to something like that."

He shook his head, a little frustrated at the memories of his last fight with his ex-host that those words had conjured up. For a moment his scowl deepened and made him look more like a vengeful ghost than usual.

But then he took a breath, looked up and exhaled. "Very and barely. My grudge only applies to a very few chosen ones." He paused. "The person who destroyed everything and -one I ever loved and got away with it and those who abuse the powers of the Items like he and his priests did."

[morecowbell]

"Okay, I understand," that was kind of a scary face he made there for a moment. She's just going to try not to think about it at all. Similarly, however, Ryou had been quick to say they weren't related even though he knew she understood that on a certain level but wasn't ready to come to terms with it. That was something she'd keep to herself at this time.

Now she understood why he asked if what she was going to ask was going ruin dinner as she stared down at barely touched plate. The conversation needed to be changed to something at least slightly more pleasant. "I'm satisfied with your explanation but that doesn't mean I've come to terms with it," it was a little crass but that's how she was sometimes especially when she couldn't relate well.

[feelsgoodinyou]

He just nodded before he picked up his cutlery and started eating as well.

"It's nothing easy to come to terms with. Just think of it like in those movies where the real body of the main character lies somewhere in a hospital in a coma and he has to fight to get back to it." He stopped to chew and then grinned faintly. "Besides, there's no big difference between this and that. I'm a bit older and buffer and that's about it." Besides the big scar on his face and the thing with the entirely different nationality and a lot else.

[morecowbell]

Nanami picked up her glass of wine but watched Bakura over the rim as she tried some. Wine was not something she was unfamiliar with but it wasn't something she partook in often. The description he was painting about being a coma patient with a wondering spirit was still a little unnerving. She also mulled over his description of his actual self noting that it wasn't quite helping his 'we're not related' argument before setting the glass down again.

A little teasing laugh escapes her, "I have to take your word for it then? You could be ly~ing."

[feelsgoodinyou]

"I could." He admitted with a little smile that held the tiniest hint of a challenge. "But what would that bring me? I'm doing myself a disservice comparing me to him rather than the other way round."

He raised his glass to a small mocking toast. "Cheers."

[morecowbell]

Nanami chuckled this time and humors his toast, "well if it helps, you wear it better than he does, so here's to that." She goes back to her food but adds, "there was something else you wished to talk to me about?"

[feelsgoodinyou]

He gave her a smile that read an awful lot like a 'I know'. Bakura, too, thought that he was wearing it better than Ryou. Which was kind of sad for the latter, actually.

"Yeah." Returning to his food as well, he said "Venezuela."

[morecowbell]

"Venezuela?" For a moment she was confused but it clicked, "oh for our next mission. No India, Egypt or Bora Bora, huh? Well then, what's in Venezuela?"

[feelsgoodinyou]

"I was looking for an exotic island, but Venezuela was the closest they got." He took another bite and chewed it carefully before he elaborated. "Some supposedly haunted tree-houses and some breathtakingly beautiful beaches, or so I heard. Would you go with me?"

[morecowbell]

Her eyes lit up at the mention of tree-houses which sounded totally awesome. The haunted part was not as awesome. "Well it sounds interesting enough, sure, sounds good to me." She looked back at him and laughed a little remembering their last mission. "Hopefully this one will go a little better than the last one."

[feelsgoodinyou]

"Excellent," he smiled brightly at her. "I'll sign us up right after this in that case." Gesturing with his fork, he laughed a little which ended up confident under his breath. It was the noise of somebody who knew how to win and how to win well. "And no worries, I'm not planning on repeating those past mistakes. For one," he smirked, "there's no open water or beach involved in this one."

He took a sip from his wine before he looked demonstratively around the room. "Are you sure your new Meister doesn't mind us going out together?"