Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Darkside ❯ A kiss ( Chapter 1 )

disclaimers: Do not own Yugioh...sigh, as much as I wish I had Yami Bakura as my own personal slave....^_^


This is Yaoi. Boyxboy love. Dont like then please leave.

Oh...I've only seen the American Yugioh. So...if things are wrong. I'm really sorry. Just trying to write a decent fic...^_^

DARKSIDE

Star...The brightest star in the night sky. I've been here sitting for what seems like hours, just staring at the diamond etched in the sable blanket above. My neck's starting to ache from straining. I incline further on the tree limb, tilting my head as a mass of filmy clouds start to spread, the moon taking on an eerie essence. I sigh and turn towards the window of my aibou. He's diligently doing his homework, small hands gripping the pencil hard. It's been a few months since Battle City and things are finally returning to normal. My aibou's at the window, those huge purple eyes, so unlike my own, are fixed on me. A bemused smile twitches on his lips. Aibou truly is beautiful but...he's already taken and I for one will not interfere with his relationship with Seto. As long as Aibou's happy and I know Seto's taking care of him. If he didn't, he'd be dead by now. Aibou gives me a disgruntled sigh before retreating to his bed. A smile touches my lips. It's inviting to just curl up beside him and sleep but...I'm feeling too restless to bother with sleep. I land expertly inside the room, lean over and kiss my hikari's forehead, then leap from the bedroom window. I've been like this recently, prowling the dark streets like I did in Egypt. I suppose seeing Malik and his yami had that affect on me. It reminded me of home, not that I want to return.

The moon's halo is shining on one particular spot and I'm being lured there. Its Kado Park, one of the few places I enjoy alone. I've never seen it at night...its remarkable. The rays of moonlight create an almost ghost- like quality, the brook reflect the light creating a myriad glow, the grass seems almost translucent. I walk lazily on the stone path, not caring where I'm going. For some reason, I'm taken to the cherub fountain, water sprouting from its harp. The mist sprays on my bare arms, the early fall breeze causing me to shiver. I'm becoming used to the climate but it's nothing like Egypt. I sink down onto one of the benches, tucking my arms behind my neck, leaning my head against my hands. I'm not used to being this peaceful, with Yugi and our friends around most of the time. Its nice to be by myself to think. A snap of twig with a mutterted curse makes me jump from the bench, startled.

Standing a few feet in front of me is Yami Bakura, the tomb robber from my past. He's done terrible things in the past, mainly hurting Ryou. I don't think I can ever forgive him for inflicting such damage on the white haired angel. Ryou reminds me too much of my hikari both being innocent, kind, and somewhat fragile. Surprisingly Bakura asked Ryou's forgiveness and the compassionate boy forgave. I know that I must be regarding Bakura strangely because he scowls darkly at me. I decided to break the silence although, why I'd want to hear the theif is beyond me. "Yami Bakura."

"Pharoah," he spits out nastily as if it were bitter sake. Bakura has a bad attitude all the time, except when near Ryou. I think he may have meant his apologies. I chuckle at Bakura, the scowl turning even darker but he knows he can't hurt me. I may be petite but I'm not exactly a push over. He begins to leave but..I kind of would like to talk to him. I haven't had a lengthy convesation with my fellow yami since we met on that day during the tournament Pegasus held. Not that I wanted to back then, he was much more evil. I place a hand on his shoulder and jerks around to face me, a sneer on his lips. "What do you want?!"

"A talk."

He seems to nearly choke at my proposition. I shake my head at his surprise before sitting down again. He joins me albeit relcutantly, casting me several glares before finally speaking his piece. "What do you want to talk about?" he asks and his tone is for once, civil.

I start to open my mouth but close it in indecision. Why do I want to talk to him? I never have before. I chuckle, not noticing Bakura advancing on me. By the time I have a chance to react, he's pounced on me, pinning my arms above my head. I glare at him, angry. I've never actually stared into his eyes...their so much like Ryou's but more darker. There's no mocking in his eyes, no malice...just...tranquility. I shouldn't read too much into this, the yami is half insane. Or is he? Right now, I'm having trouble deciding if he is or isn't. The peculiar light that usually shone in his eyes, indicating the blackness of his soul, has dissappeared. I know this isn't Ryou so...perhaps Bakura's been hiding his good side all along, much like the Change of Heart card that Ryou's so fond of. I'm guessing that besides Ryou, I'm the only other person to have seen Bakura like this. Bakura lets loose one of his hands, gently stroking my cheek. I would never have associated such a tender display from the blood-starved akutenshi.

"Why did you come here tonight?" he whispers.

"I couldn't sleep," I answer honestly however I notice this answer was not what Bakura was hoping for. He lets out an aggravated sigh before rolling from my body. He's gazing at the star vault above us, wind playing at the whisps of white hair. I position myself beside him. "Why did you?"

"I always do. Ever since I came back, I haven't been able to sleep at nights. I used to wander around my soul room but soon I made so much noise that Ryou asked me to go someplace else." He smiles at the memory and I must admit, it makes him almost more attractive than he already is. He sobers immediately however, obviously mindful of my scrutinizing him. "So, I walked around until I found this place. Its peaceful and calm. Noone here to bother me."

I frown. "Have I done something wrong? Should I leave?" Since when have I cared about his feelings? He seems just as dazed. I prop myself up on my elbows and lean to the side to see him better. An unreadable expression is on his face but it almost seems like...joy. The world must be ending if Bakura's actually happy. "Bakura....Are you alright?"

"Yes. I'm fine." I wasn't relying on him answering. He turns his head sideways, our faces merely inches apart. "Yami...." He's never spoken to me that way, usually in a condescending tone and by my former title of pharoah. "Are you involved with your hikari?" I shake my head, not trusting myself to speak. "Is it because he's male?" I shake my head again. "So...you'd consider dating one?" I nod. "Kissing one?" I hesitate and then nod again. "Would you let me?"