Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Beauty Within Darkness ❯ To Love Or To Break ( Chapter 7 )

Beauty Within Darkness

 

The wind blew through the open window, and into the darkened room. Soft panting was heard from a bed by the window, as the occupant thrashed, nightmares plaguing him. A startled cry was torn from his lips, as he jerked awake. Sweat glistening on his ghostly, porcelain skin. He fell back onto the covers with a groan. “Not again.” Door to his room opened lightly, and another stepped in.

 

“Again?” A nod. “Will it ever end?” A shrug. Sigh. “Maybe you should go see him?” Brown eyes widened. “What for? What will it help? It was his decision.” Another sigh. “I know, but I have a feeling that the two of you are somehow connected.” Frown marred his pale features. “What on earth are you trying to say?” The other groaned. “Look. I know you fell in love with the little mortal, so stop being such a baby.”

 

Bakura nodded, pulling his knees to chest and wrapping his arms around them, as he rested his head on the elbows. “I guess...” Marik petted his brother's hair. “I mean it, Bakura. It's not normal for you to mope around like you do now. It's creepy.” Marik shuddered. Bakura swatted at him. “Oh, shut up.” Marik snickered, but the serious expression quickly returned to his face. “Go, Bakura. If you don't find him now, he may be lost forever. I noticed during his short visit here in the castle. He... wasn't exactly himself. It was something else coming from him. The years of grudge. When you look closely enough, you could see, how empty and lost his eyes were. Like that of a child, who was left alone in the middle of a large market, by his parents.”

 

Bakura blinked. “Wow. Since when do you speak smart?” Marik glared. “I'm serious, Bakura.” The pale vampire shrugged. “I know.” He buried his face in his hands. When he lifted his head up, a fire burned in his eyes, like never before. Marik hugged him around the waist. “Go, get him, tiger.” Bakura smirked and pounced on Marik, tickling the older sibling, mercilessly.

 

“I will. I...” He paused, smiling.

 

“I love him. For some reason, in all of heaven and hell, I do not know, but that I love him.” He kissed his brother's forehead in thanks, and sprinted out of the room.

 

Marik snickered. “Like a kid who just got his hands on the forbidden cookie jar.” He mused, leaning back, when a pair of tanned arms wrapped around his neck.

 

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Harsh pants passed over his lips, as the pale youth thrashed, the sheets fisted in his hands. Tears streaming down his cheeks, soft pleas escaping him. “Mother... no, please, not mom. Dad? Daddy... Oh gods, no.” He whispered brokenly, sobbing. He curled into a ball, as his eyes flattered open. Tears running down his cheeks freely.

 

Ryou sat up in bed, and hid his face in hands, shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

 

He quieted down, when someone knocked on his bedroom door. “Master Ryou? Are you all right? I thought I heard noises in your room...” Ryou took a breath to steady his voice. “No, I'm fine Victoria. You have nothing to worry about. I just need some sleep, if I can get any.” The last part was whispered, as the maid's steps echoed through the hall, until it was all silent again.

 

Ryou raised the covers over his head, and huddled under the small tent he made. He felt safe for some reason. It was strange, but he didn't feel the panic, that was there mere seconds ago. Ryou pulled the covers down, letting out a breath, as chilly air found it's way to his lungs again. After all, it was pretty warm under the covers.

 

He lay back down and soon fell asleep.

 

Another presence in the room, made it's way towards the slumbering boy, and sat on the edge of the bed.

 

Bakura smiled, as he leaned down and kissed Ryou's forehead. “I love you Ryou.” He wrapped his arms around Ryou's chest and lifted him onto his lap. The youth cuddled into the vampire's warmth unconsciously. Bakura stroked his cheek, staring at the closed eyes. Long, black lashes resting against the pale cheeks in relaxation. Bakura couldn't help what he did next, as pressed his lips to Ryou's.

 

Lost in the moment, he moaned, causing Ryou to stir.

 

Ryou blinked his eyes, feeling strangely warm, and... Content. He looked up to see dark brown eyes staring back at him. “Ba-Bakura?” He whispered, tracing Bakura's cheek in his sleepy delirium.

 

Bakura smiled and pressed their lips together once more. “Sleep well, Aniele Stróżu Mój[1].” He eased Ryou back onto the bed, and was about to leave, when something yanked him back by the hair. He looked back at Ryou, who was curled into a ball, a lock of Bakura's hair, fisted in the small hand. Bakura smiled and sat on the floor by Ryou's bed, he lay his head beside the boy's. Brushing the soft bangs out of the way, Bakura kissed his forehead. “AnioÅ‚ PiÄ™knoÅ›ci.[2].”

 

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Yay! It's the sixth chapter!! Wow! I'm so happy, that you want to keep this going. I am quite fond of this fic. and it would've sucked if I had to discontinue it. *stares pointedly* Now, I mean it, when I say it. Review, or no more `Beauty Within Darkness'! *wheeps* I didn't even get to the lemon yet.

 

Notes time!! Weee!

 

[1] Polish for `My Guardian Angel'.

 

[2] Polish for `Angel of Beauty'.

 

Yes, I'm polish... ^^ I just didn't feel like looking it up in Romanian, but I will next time. Besides, I've always wanted Bakura to speak a little polish, and since it's my fic, deal with it.