Valentine's Day!

[walked_twice]

Bakura hadn't felt remotely the same since New Year's Eve. For one thing, he'd never been that drunk, much less with his other self.

For another, Miho hadn't been the same either. It wasn't that things were bad between them, necessarily. It was just that she was hiding something, and she wasn't doing a very good job of hiding the fact that she was

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Dusting furniture that didn't need dusted would get old for most, but Miho was content enough just doing something mindless. It let her mind wander, which she wasn't fond of anymore, but at least it wasn't rigorous.

She felt awkward, though, being here in Bakura's apartment without him. Then again, lately, she'd felt awkward even when he was around, like she'd done something horrible. She felt guilty, but she'd done nothing wrong.

As the door to the apartment opened, Miho glanced down at the wood she was polishing. It was Valentines Day, wasn't it? She'd bought Bakura a gift, though she doubted he'd like it. She'd have to go see if she could remember where she'd hidden it. Standing up, she forced a smile and looked over her shoulder, "Welcome home, Bakura-kun~!"

[walked_twice]

He smiled, and it was convincing. He'd learned how to do that and it was habit, but also useful here.

He walked over to her and hugged her, one-armed since she was working and his arms weren't empty.

"I bought you these," he said, holding out the flowers for her. He wished now that he'd bought some filler plants with them--ferns or baby's breath or whatever they put in bouquets. Oh, well, the color of the roses was pretty nice anyway, right? "Happy Valentine's Day, Miho-chan."

[love_ribbon]

The smile reassured her as always (it was probably best that she could never tell it was fake), and the flowers even more so. Taking them from him, she gave him a beaming smile and practically tackled him (though she was careful not to crush the flowers).

"Happy Valentines Day, Bakura-kun!" She held him in the hug for a while, not wanting to let go. "Thank you so much. I bought you something, too, but I hid it and..."

Finally pulling back, she gave him a nervous giggle. "I've got to find it again."

[walked_twice]

He tried to push away the bitterness and feelings of jealousy long enough to enjoy the hug. It worked, luckily for both of them, and when she pulled away he was still smiling but it wasn't with effort.

"You hid it? Why?" He couldn't think of many places to hide anything. Not in his apartment. And it wasn't like he routinely searched through his belongings, anyway. "Can I help?"