Uncovering the Truth

Motorcycle Recovery

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/Thoughts/

Yami turned to face Yugi, "Where? I don't see it," Yami's head turned this way and that as he tried to locate his motorcycle, "Where do you see it, Yugi?"

Yugi gently grabbed Yami's jaw and tilted it in the right direction and then up, "There."

Crimson eyes blinked, "I don't see it. Unless you mean that lumpy thing on the roof."

Yugi squinted, "I'm pretty sure that's it. It looks like it is wrapped in saran wrap." Yami's jaw dropped.

"Who does that?!" the deep baritone voice growled.

"I'm pretty sure I know," Yugi replied digging in his pocket for his cell phone; hitting a button on the phone he held the sleek black device up to his ear.

"Hello, Yugi!"

"Hey, Ryou! What's going on?" Yugi asked. His amethyst drinking in Yami's shocked expression while the British accent on the other line informed him about the work in process that was to be dinner.

"That sounds tasty! So um..Ryou, is Bakura there?" Yugi asked.

A small pause drifted through the line, "Yes. Why?"

"Has he been there for the past few hours?" Yugi asked curiously.

"Yes...wait..no. He went out not too long ago to run errands. Come to think of it, he didn't bring anything back with him. Strange. Why do you ask, Yugi?" Ryou's tone changed contained a hint of suspicion. 

"Because I'm staring at Yami's motorcycle on the roof of the school," Yugi bit his lip to prevent him from laughing. He knew Yami did not find the situation funny in the slightest and he didn't want to anger the siren any further than he already was. 

A soft groan passed over the albino's lips, "Kuuura! Did you put Yami..." Yugi could hear booming laughter in the background before Ryou could finish asking the question. "I guess that's a yes." Ryou sighed.

"I thought it just might be him. This has Marik and Bakura written all over it," Yugi giggled unable to contain his laughter it any longer. Yami pouted.

"Do you need help getting it down?" Ryou asked.

"No, Ryou! Let the shrimp and his Phantom try to get it down on their own," Yugi heard Bakura cackle.

"Help would be nice," Yugi muttered.

"Consider it done. Be there shortly WITH Bakura," Ryou snapped at the taller albino.

"Thank you," Yugi smiled.

"Don't pout at me. You're the one that did this. We are going..." Yugi heard Ryou scolding Bakura as the phone hung up.

"They are on their way," Yugi grinned. 

"Thank you, Yugi. I appreciate it," Yami sighed again as he stared up at his motorcycle sitting on the roof, "Come on, let's go up and start getting that saran wrap off of it." Yami grasped Yugi's hand and led him up to the roof. 

The petite youth's face turned bright pink as he felt the soft warm hand enclose around his. He bit his lip as he looked down at their joined hands, /No, don't start blushing now! Ugh. I hate that I blush so much. What is the matter with me?/ Yugi's brows furrowed as he lost himself in his world of thoughts. Before he realized it, Yami had taken a pocket knife out and began to cut at the plastic surrounding his Harley Davidson.

The progress was slow and tedious, "Ra, how much Saran wrap did those two psychos use?" Yami asked cutting another piece off.

"Wouldn't you like to know," Bakura smirked as he and Ryou appeared on the roof.